The two military factions, usually at loggerheads over the treatment of artificial humans, for the first time stood united in their stance.
Weslin, who had been forcibly cornered by his subordinates, looked as black as charcoal, but he knew all too well the character of the officers beneath him—he knew they were all a bunch of muddled fools.
'I'll get someone to replace you all when I get the chance!'
Heart hardening, Weslin, with a bitter smile, looked towards the investigator from the Legal Affairs Department, "Lord Lowis, what they said is not without merit. To kill Bai, with such formidable strength, seems a waste. It would be more fitting to give Bai a chance to redeem himself through merit, don't you think?"
"I think..." The investigator smiled coldly.
He never believed that just one or two high-end combatants could change the course of the world. If the situation was winnable, they didn't need this insubordinate Mech Pilot, and if not, having him made no difference.