"But I'm not you." Aaron smiled dismissively. "My elders once told me that if you don't want to do something, then don't do it. No one can force you.
As for compromise? I'm not some so-called superhero, and I don't care what other people think of me. Why should I compromise?"
"Fine! I hope you won't regret the decision you've made." Ross had no intention of persuading him further. He rose directly from the sofa and headed for the door.
"Wait a moment."
"What?" Ross stopped and looked at Aaron with amusement. "Changed your mind?"
"Not exactly. I just want to give the Secretary of State a reminder." Aaron smiled somewhat sheepishly. "Before you send a task force to arrest me, you'd better weigh the cards in my hand."
Ross's heart skipped a beat at those words, and the others exchanged looks.
"What do you mean by that?"
Aaron picked up Abei, lifted one of its front paws, and waved it at Ross. "I have a dragon—a giant dragon that can contend with the Lord of Hell. Your task force had better have one too."
"Gulp!"
Everett could not help swallowing. He was the task force's deputy commander, and one of the few people who had seen footage of Abei fighting.
Although the task force operated under the banner of the United Nations, it was essentially just a well-trained, well-equipped special forces unit. It stood no chance against a giant dragon.
One sneeze from the dragon would leave over half the task force dead or wounded. Another sneeze, and the whole unit would be wiped out.
"You..." Ross glared at Aaron furiously. "Do you know the consequences of doing that?"
"I do!" Aaron shrugged and said casually, "It's nothing more than going to war!
But I don't care. I don't