"Junior Huo, could you sell that Soul Tool of yours to the military?"
Ju Zi, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke, breaking the focused discussion of technology in the Laboratory.
She looked up at Huo Yuhao, complex emotions churning in her eyes—curiosity, hope, and a trace of deep hatred.
That hatred was not aimed at Huo Yuhao himself, yet it had fixed firmly on him.
Huo Yuhao looked up and understood at once.
At the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Fighting Tournament, he had publicly revealed that he was the White Tiger Duke's illegitimate son. The news had spread across the great empires.
Ju Zi's father had died in a border battle against the Star Luo Empire, and the commander of that battle had been none other than the White Tiger Duke, Dai Hao.
Naturally, she laid the blame at Dai Hao's feet. By extension, he, "Dai Hao's son," had become an enemy in her mind.
Huo Yuhao set down his drafting pen and lightly tapped the Obsidian Sniper Rifle with his fingertips. "Senior, do you think I, a Shrek exchange student, could sell Soul Tool Technology to the Sun Moon military?"
"We have a common enemy, don't we?" Ju Zi leaned half a step closer, her voice low and her eyes frighteningly bright.
"War brings ruin to countless lives." Huo Yuhao met her gaze without yielding an inch. "Using it as a tool for revenge is too selfish."
"But it's also the most effective, most direct tool for revenge." Ju Zi actually nodded, openly admitting her selfishness before challenging his point. "Once you've truly had your family destroyed, you won't say something so glib."
Xuan Ziwen and Ke Ke both froze.
Xuan Ziwen looked utterly lost. *Weren't they discussing technology? How had the military, war, and