"Wait."
"I've been meaning to ask."
He Yi suddenly interrupted her. "How exactly do you define this so-called ordinary person?"
He remembered that when Silver Willow had acted several times before, the people he killed seemed to have all been superhumans.
Superhumans were the new humans who had awakened powers. They fancied themselves evolved humans, while ordinary people who had remained where they were and failed to awaken were insects abandoned by the world and the times—pigs that had failed to evolve.
That was why these superhumans looked down on ordinary people so much, treating their lives as worthless.
He Yi's question was like a stone thrown into a tranquil lake, instantly shattering the already tense atmosphere.
Red Candle's brows furrowed slightly. Her gaze swept over everyone present before finally settling on Silver Willow. There was no anger in her eyes, only a weight that was almost compassionate.
"Under the rules of Contract Anomalists, any being with intelligence that has not completely transformed into an anomalous creature counts as an ordinary person."
Red Candle spoke each word with deliberate clarity. Her voice was not loud, yet it carried an authority that brooked no argument. "Even if he is a superhuman or an Awakened, as long as he retains a human body and consciousness, he is protected by this rule."
Silver Willow's Adam's apple bobbed. He wanted to say something, but Red Candle raised a hand to stop him.
"I am not denying what you did, Silver Willow." Her tone softened somewhat. "Those superhumans treated human lives like grass and used experiments to harm the innocent. They deserve to die a thousand deaths. Of that, I know better than anyone."
"But the power of Contract Anomalists comes from the most vicious and chaotic source of anomalies in this world. We are