After slightly suppressing Prajna's arrogance, Ma Ran felt much more at ease, but he had to admit that he couldn't avoid the issue she had brought up.
Watching Prajna struggle to maintain her calm expression, Ma Ran curled his lips into a faint smile. The smile looked gentle, yet it carried a thick, faintly perceptible aura of bloodshed. "A traitor?"
"It doesn't matter."
"I might as well borrow your hands to carry out a purge on Earth."
Traitors were difficult to eradicate completely. After all, the human heart was complicated, and anyone might become a turncoat for some reason at some point, suddenly switching sides and betraying Earth's civilization.
Most of those reasons might be vile, sinister, and selfish, but some could also sound noble and righteous. For example: "For the sake of love, friendship, family, freedom, or ideals, I must endure the torment of my conscience and betray Earth."
From the very beginning, Ma Ran had never considered any of those flowery "justifications." When it came to traitors, he had always handled them with a one-size-fits-all approach, treating everyone equally without the slightest bias.
"..."
The Buddhist light in Prajna's eyes froze slightly. After pondering for a moment, she looked at Ma Ran with a complicated expression. "You're not quite like the reports described."
"If all the Earth Humans betrayed you, would you really be willing to kill them all?"
Ma Ran raised his brows, and a trace of disdain appeared in his voice. "I'm not stupid enough to go that far."
"When it comes to those who betray us, I have plenty of patience."
At this point, Ma Ran's tone grew slightly heavier. He said seriously, "As long as we kill them every day, every month, every year, while also carrying out ideological and propaganda work, persevering without