Oliver finally spoke again. His voice was quiet, yet it silenced the entire lab.
He looked at Barry, his gaze as sharp as the arrowheads in his quiver.
"You're fast, Barry. Incredibly fast. But you're only running. You're not fighting."
"You put out fires, save people, tie up those enraged citizens one by one." Oliver advanced step by step, his presence weighing on them like a mountain. "But you can't catch the man lighting the fires. Your kindness is becoming your greatest weakness."
Barry went pale. Those words had struck a nerve.
"You don't understand!"
"I do." Oliver cut him off. "I understand how many innocent people your 'no killing' rule can get killed when you're facing an enemy who can't be reasoned with or locked up."
"So you take the law into your own hands? Decide whether someone lives or dies with an arrow?" Joe stepped forward, placing himself between Barry and Oliver like a lion protecting his cub.
"If that's the only choice." Oliver refused to back down.
"Enough."
A calm voice cut into the escalating argument with the precision of a scalpel.
Yang Ming set down his teacup and slowly walked over.
He glanced at Joe and Oliver, who stood ready to come to blows, then turned his gaze to Barry.
"Arguing over who's right and who's wrong is like debating whether to hold the scalpel in your left hand or your right before surgery. It's meaningless."
Yang Ming adjusted his glasses, his eyes sweeping over everyone behind the lenses.
"Right now, the patients are lying on the operating table. One is called 'Rainbow Raider,' the other 'Captain Boomerang.' Yet you two lead surgeons are standing here arguing about medical ethics?"
He looked at Oliver. "Your methods are direct, but the repercussions are too severe. You kill