The argument between Levin and the other two spread across the entire warship in an instant—even without cultivators' divine senses, the warship was not that large.
Roland's stance was clear: they were recuperating from their injuries and had received the Cultivator Civilization's care. They could not cause misunderstandings.
But Captain Levin insisted that their military situation was complicated and needed to be reported to their superiors immediately.
At first, Feng Jun had not wanted to involve himself in their quarrel. Who cared about the clamor between ants?
However, as their voices rose, he could no longer stand it. "Those who want to leave can leave. Those who want to stay can stay. What are you arguing for?"
Captain Levin looked resolute. "I want to leave, piloting that single-soldier assault craft."
Are you sick in the head? Feng Jun gave him a cold glance. "I can give you an escape pod. Nothing more."
"Why not?" Captain Levin looked completely baffled. "What we brought with us was a single-soldier assault craft."
A strange light appeared in Feng Jun's eyes. "Are you... planning to reason with me?"
Reasoning things out... wasn't impossible. Captain Levin thought it over. He knew he was being somewhat unreasonable, but he truly did not think he would lose if they talked things through. "We can have a serious discussion."
"But who told you that I planned to reason with you?" Feng Jun looked at him strangely. "Honestly, I'm not an unreasonable person. But I'm very curious... who gave you the qualifications and status to reason with me about this?"
Captain Levin felt his face burn. "Then, sir, you intend to... refuse to reason with the Federation?"
"Then I'm even more curious. What makes you think you can represent the Federation?" The expression on Feng Jun's face grew increasingly