"That’s 200,000 people! A whole 200,000 people!"
Several presences with similar levels suddenly appeared in the empty room, not revealing themselves, but firmly locking onto him.
"To be precise, it’s over 50,000 Evolvers, only this number of Evolvers can birth enough Slaughterers from emotions, to break through the train’s defenses, completely overwhelming it. Ordinary zombies don’t..."
Number 1’s tone didn’t waiver at all, like discussing ordinary parameters.
This attitude made Zhong You’s fair skin turn scarlet.
Zhong You stepped forward, speaking fervently, "We can kill them, use them, but we absolutely can’t feed them to the zombies."
Yet Number 1 didn’t understand Zhong You’s meaning, even feeling a bit confused at his fierce emotion.
"They lack knowledge, aren’t beneficial to human development, don’t contribute to rebuilding civilization, on the contrary, they increase resource consumption, and they will sooner or later die in the wilderness, becoming zombies, whether we guide them or they make their own choice, what’s the difference?"
Zhong You looked into Black Kite’s highest director’s heartless eyes, feeling like he’d fallen into an ice cave.
All argument and anger failed to organize themselves, finally forming a single question stuck in his throat.
"Are you a beast?"
With these words, the air seemed to freeze.
Several hidden presences protecting the director were momentarily halted.
But Number 1 Director’s gaze remained calm, "If you mean physiologically, humans are simply more advanced animals, so yes, but your words have a clear tendency towards aggression, my judgment system categorizes it as an insult. According to company regulations, insulting or attacking the highest director will result in execution. Given you’re a high-level company member and a high-value Evolver, I’ll give you a chance to correct yourself."
"Do you retract your previous statement?"
Zhong You stared into Number 1’s eyes, standing silently in place, the atmosphere in the space reaching its peak, cold spreading quietly.
"Zhong You, don’t make things ugly over trivial matters, I don’t want to take action against our own people."
A man with a Golden Iris pin on his collar stood out, playing with a revolver in his hand.
In the opposite corner, a silhouette dressed as a butler, emerged warningly, "Your skill is good, but not enough."
After a long pause, Zhong You gently exhaled, white mist lingering at his lips before dispersing silently.
He took a step back.
Just as everyone thought it was over, Zhong You suddenly tore off the Iris badge from his collar, and amidst astonished gazes, harshly threw it to the ground.
In the crisp sound, the floor cracked, flashes of silver light quickly vanished in midair.
Zhong You turned and left.
Behind him, Number 1’s voice was calm like a machine, "Strip Zhong You of Silver Kite status, take him back to company headquarters, his tasks are now replaced by Golden Iris Dailang."
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