Why Won't Dragon Nation Save Us?

Why Won't Dragon Nation Save Us? Lin Ming released his hand and looked down at Bai Ying, who lay on the ground groaning in pain. His voice was so cold it seemed capable of freezing one to the bone. "I'll ask you one last time—who told you to do this?"

Lying on the ground, feeling the searing pain coursing through her body and the horrified, contemptuous gazes around her, Bai Ying finally panicked completely. She knew that the lies she had told were useless before Lin Ming.

She struggled to her feet, clutching her chest as her voice trembled with tears. "I... I didn't receive any orders... I did it myself... I made the decision myself..."

"Why?" Lin Ming asked, his tone still icy.

"Because... because they're too pitiful!" Bai Ying seemed to have found her justification, and her voice grew agitated.

"The Westerners suffered devastating losses during the Great Cataclysm three hundred years ago. They've been suppressed by Mutated Beasts all these years, and their lives have been far harder than ours! If we don't help them, they'll really go extinct!"

"And what about our Dragon Nation? We have Master Ye, the Peak Martial Arts Hall, and so many powerful experts protecting us! We're so much stronger than them! Can't we show some humanitarian spirit and help them? Must we be so heartless that we watch them die?"

Bai Ying's words carried a self-righteous sense of justice and moral superiority. She believed she was right—that she was doing a good deed and saving lives.

But the moment she finished speaking, the Dragon Nation martial artists who had been waiting in line for so long finally erupted!

"Bullshit! Are you helping them? You're harming us!"

"Do you know how crowded the city already is? Food, water, housing—everything is in short