Wang Mengsong suddenly turned around, fixing his gaze on Wu Yang, and said coldly:
"Are you threatening me?"
Though his tone was aggressive, a sudden chill ran through his heart, mixed with some regret.
A mistake.
At the same time, he realized that there was no longer anything he could do. If the negotiation failed, the photos would undoubtedly end up in Politos's hands, and no argument would clear his name.
Even if he acted immediately, killed everyone here, found the photographer, and destroyed the equipment and negatives, it would be utterly meaningless.
Secret photos, physical film, could be copied; they could be converted into data, transmitted in an instant to distant places, and duplicated countless times…
In fact, the Alliance wouldn't even need to act directly—should the information leak, Politos's rebel informants scattered across this world would retrieve the photos.
The Alliance was shameless, and he was indeed being threatened.