It seemed that no matter how many people he killed or how he was treated by others, Lu Feng was unmoved. There was no need to understand and no need to forgive. He had always been so lofty.

A sense of powerless chagrin filled the doctor’s mind.

“I shouldn’t care about you, let alone try to comfort you. You don’t care.” He took a deep breath and spread open his hands. “Every time I try to convince myself that you are a good person, you use actions to tell me that you are really… you are really fucking talented at being indifferent.”

He examined Lu Feng’s face. This person’s facial features were exquisite and strong, like he was a carved doll. Unfortunately, the material he was made out of was frozen ice that wouldn’t change for thousands of years. The situation outside was so tense that the doctor was afraid that someone would smash the laboratory door and throw a stone at the Judge, but this man showed no signs of internal pain or torture. On the contrary, the man’s drooping eyelashes showed a solemn calmness, like a black butterfly perched on the window of a solemn temple.

The Judges’ Act still hadn’t been repealed and Lu Feng’s authority in the system was still very high. At this moment, the computer screen next to him was playing real-time surveillance videos of the crowded base to confirm that no one was infected.

The doctor gave up and made a sarcastic remark, “I’m curious about what expression you will have to make when you are sent to the gallows by everyone in the base.”

Having said that, he stared into Lu Feng’s eyes, trying to capture the man’s emotional fluctuations. Unfortunately, Lu Feng wasn’t attracted by the fierce gaze. He was looking at the spore, the entire culture instrument or perhaps something in the voice.

“Thank you, I deserve it,” the cold voice declared.

Dr Ji’s fist on the table loosened and clenched. Finally, he leaned back against his chair and said, “I should push you out. You have long been crazy.”

“I’m sober.” Lu Feng finally turned his gaze to the doctor. “Is there anything I can do in the lab to help?”

“Look at your little fungus and make it grow faster,” the doctor replied. “If you can, help me pay attention to the communication channel of the research institute.”

CHAPTER 73

The Judge was placed under house arrest but this violent battle didn’t end with the compromise between the two sides. Instead, it intensified.

People stopped working to protest and their collective protest took place at the entrance of the artificial magnetic pole device.