"Tell me, what are these 150,000 people supposed to do?!"
Lin Feng watched calmly as an emotional Qin Hu, General Qin, began to lose his composure.
He waited for him to finish before speaking again, his tone light:
"I didn't come here on orders from the Federation's high command. Besides, they don't have the authority or the ability to tell me what to do."
Hearing Lin Feng's words, the blood rushed to Qin Hu's head and his pupils contracted. He quickly realized a possibility:
"What do you want me to do?!"
The corner of Lin Feng's mouth tilted up slightly. 'My objective has been achieved,' he thought. His earlier provocations had caused Qin Hu to gradually shed his sense of responsibility for the rear-guard mission. At the same time, amidst his anger, his past ambitions were beginning to resurface.
So, he continued:
"Nothing in particular. You were right about one thing—I am here to save you. But this is clearly not at the behest of the Federation's high command."
