Dylan's words made the old man, who had lowered his head, look up again. This time, his impatience was obvious. His tone was full of arrogance not only toward Chu Han and Gao Shaohui, but even toward Dylan. "Not refugees? Captain Dylan, you're just a gatekeeper. Are you trying to challenge my decision?"
Cold sweat immediately broke out on Dylan's forehead. He hurriedly replied respectfully, "That's not it, Lord Gray. These two survivors are both New Humans, so..."
"New Humans?" The old man named Gray gave Chu Han and Gao Shaohui a surprised look. Then, a faint glimmer of jealousy flashed in his eyes. "So what if they're New Humans? If I say they're refugees, then they're refugees! Get lost to the Refugee District!"
"Th-This..." Dylan had not expected things to turn out this way. After a moment of shock, he began arguing with Gray, but then—
Smack!
A hand landed on Dylan's shoulder, interrupting their argument.
Chu Han's black eyes were filled with resolve. In a low voice that made everyone present shudder, he asked, "What happened?"
He had not understood much of what the two had said, but the anxiety on Dylan's face was unmistakably real. Combined with the old man's tone and gaze, it was not difficult for Chu Han to see that they were being deliberately given a hard time.
Gao Shaohui understood, but he did not care in the slightest. Instead, he stood outside the gate, leisurely watching people come and go, utterly unconcerned by the disdainful looks passersby gave his tattered clothes.
Just as Chu Han spoke, Gray's eyes flashed again. He sneered at Dylan. "A guy who can't speak English—how is someone who can't even communicate qualified to be a civilian?"
Dylan was instantly speechless. In Morgan Base, everything revolved around social class,