On the Patrol Ship, Councilor Hayman's expression froze somewhere between astonishment and anger.
"Sir, you truly have no sincerity in negotiating."
Hearing this, Mu Fan swept his gaze across the scene and sneered. "My apologies, Councilor. The one lacking sincerity should be you."
"You said the government could stand up for me. Fine."
All amusement vanished from Mu Fan's voice at that moment. It was as cold and biting as the arctic cold wind as he stared directly at Tang Ze before him and the vast estate behind him.
"Then tell me, how will you stand up for me?"
Mu Fan's communication was broadcast clearly by satellite to people across the entire planet. Roughly twenty seconds had passed since both sides ceased fighting and stood in confrontation.
To them, this already seemed like a compromise of sorts, and some people could not suppress their disappointment.
Dingchuan Academy reacted the most fiercely. Those hot-blooded young people began to sorrowfully believe that this was, in the end, a world ruled by power politics.
Individuals would eventually have to bow before authority. The only difference was whose posture looked more graceful.
But they did not know what the two were saying, so they had no way of knowing what Mu Fan was discussing with Councilor Hayman.
When Councilor Hayman heard Mu Fan's question, a trace of cold disgust flashed across his face. He organized his thoughts and tried to make his official tone sound more approachable.
What right did an ordinary Federation captain have to demand outrageous terms from the government?
If that were allowed, then any officer who caused trouble could negotiate terms with the Federation. What need would there be for such a country to exist?
For any other officer, openly defying the government and military in the name of being