The roar echoed.
Tor's chest heaved rapidly as he glared furiously at the Pro-God Faction, who still refused to admit their mistake. He felt both angry and afraid.
Those damn fools had been so clever as to cooperate with the Refugees, and now that things had reached this point, they still wanted to save face!
What use was face? What use was pretending their judgment had been correct!?
Once Lin An came to settle accounts with them, that would be the real trouble! Given Lin An's personality, he absolutely would not care about the "friendship" between the two countries!
This was
betraying humanity!
"Tor! Calm down!"
"Even if Lin An really has returned, then tell me, what can we do!? What else can we do!"
Apparently roused to anger by Tor's scolding as well, one of the Soviet Russia High-Level officials responsible for making decisions, a dignified old man, simply stood up. He looked at him as though he had aged ten years.
"Our decision was not wrong at the time! If you truly believed that Lin An wasn't dead, then why didn't you leave with Tyre!?"
"No matter what, it has already happened. If Lin An really has returned, then we still have to see how the Gods respond!"
"Some things aren't certain!"
His eyes flickered. The old man adjusted his Combat Suit and calmly stated his judgment.
"Lin An's return can only mean that Dragon Security has been temporarily spared. He couldn't deal with the Gods before, and there's a high probability he still can't do it now."
"In my view, the Gods' departure wasn't fleeing either. They're merely returning to the way they used to operate—hiding behind the scenes."
"We don't actually need to panic. I believe that if Lin An wants to oppose the Refugees, he