Tara stood behind him, about to offer his congratulations, when a voice laden with suppressed anger suddenly came from the doorway.
"Mr. Qin Feng, isn't it a little excessive to barge into someone else's home, kill their people, and then try to take their resources?"
Qin Feng turned at the voice.
Ryze stood in the doorway, his expression utterly grim.
His gaze first swept over the mentors lying motionless on the floor, paused in the center of the room piled with resources, and finally settled on Qin Feng's face.
His hands clenched inside his sleeves, but his voice retained a scholar's restraint.
"I never thought you would choose a time like this to loot a burning house."
"If a quick-witted mentor hadn't sent me a Dark Communication just now, I wouldn't even have known my own backyard was on fire," Ryze said, enunciating every word.
"Oh, it's you, Professor Ryze."
Qin Feng casually placed the Gene Serum in his hand into the temperature-controlled case, his manner relaxed. "But I don't agree with what you just said."
"Biological evolution has always been about the strong preying on the weak. Since you lack the strength, what right do you have to talk to me about sovereignty? Besides..."
He tilted his head toward the pile of resources that had spilled out of the folded space, a hint of mockery entering his voice. "What do you mean, your resources? If I remember correctly, you still owe the Angels a huge quantity of resources, don't you? These will do nicely as repayment. As for these people, they offended the chief god of a civilization. Tell me, did they deserve to die?"
Ryze fell silent for several seconds, his hands clenching tighter.
He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his surging anger before saying gravely,