Chen Ming didn't understand it at first, but he immediately realized this was a good opportunity.
His gaze became more ferocious, and he growled in a low voice, "What do you mean?"
Chen Ming's tone grew increasingly vicious, as if he had been hit where it hurt.
A faint smile appeared on the face of the Glass Bead Spirit Ability User, silently crushing a glass bead in his pocket, within it a vortex-like entity that unsettled the mind, as if staring at it for too long would make one completely sink into it.
A suggestive remark came from his mouth, "You actually don't care about the lives of those ordinary people on the Space Station; you just want to satisfy your own desires."
"You call someone directly, completely disregarding the aftermath. To you, those ordinary people are insignificant, what matters is yourself."
"I agree with you on this point; you indeed shouldn't care about ordinary people. They are just a weak group, Psychics are the future."
"..."
