"Hey, bro! That place isn't fun, it's full of human oppression against us fox foxes!"
A scruffy grayish-black fox, claiming to be an Arctic Fox, walked out from next door and nodded at Ansheng, signaling him to join in the fun at the Fox Fox's pedicure city.
"Bro... you're really scruffy!"
Seeing the black hairless fox, Ansheng's lips twitched slightly as he made a snarky comment.
The Arctic Fox who spoke to him was beyond mere appearance issues; it was really quite scruffy.
Its body was ninety-nine percent hairless, but at the base of the neck, it stubbornly retained some stray hairs.
"Heh! It's just the molting season, with patches here and there missing, so I simply had someone shave it all off to avoid them falling into the food bowl."
The black-skinned Arctic Fox turned back to look at Ansheng, making a whiny sound, "Come on quickly!"
"Alright then!"
Ansheng leapt down from the counter in front of the bathhouse and headed toward the [Fox Fox Club].
