Holy Mother? I'll Beat Up Holy Mothers!

Bai Ying shuddered all over, forcing a smile uglier than crying onto her face. "Lord Lin... Lin Ming, I... I know I was wrong. I really do. Please spare me this once. I promise I'll never act on my own again."

She thought Lin Ming was merely trying to scare her. After all, she was a Seventh Tier, Peak Stage martial artist, which made her a high-level combatant.

At a time when humanity was in such peril, every high-level combatant was a precious resource. How could he really drive her away? Besides, the Bai Family was a prominent clan in the capital. Lin Ming had to show them some respect, didn't he?

Bai Ying might have been somewhat naive and innocent, but she did not want to die. She knew very well that staying in Upper Capital Base City gave her the greatest chance of surviving.

Once she was thrown out of the city and faced the countless Mutated Beasts outside, her little bit of strength would be utterly insignificant.

Yet as Lin Ming watched her apologetic appearance, a trace of disappointment and disgust flashed through his eyes.

"I thought you would at least stick to your 'kindness' to the very end," Lin Ming said coldly.

"If you insisted that you were not wrong and remained determined to protect those Westerners, I might have respected you a little more. At least then, you would have been a holy mother whose words matched her actions."

"But what about you? You said you wanted to help them, to protect them, yet when it came time to truly pay the price, you chickened out. You only wanted to stand somewhere safe and use other people's resources to fulfill your cheap, hypocritical kindness. The moment you had to take responsibility yourself, you immediately backed