"Yiming Ying, is what you're doing illegal?" A man in his late fifties or sixties, with an authoritative look, said.
Yiming Ying's expression was stern, completely unmoved: "Law? Is there any law left after the apocalypse? Are you not aware of the situations outside? Do you have to fight each other to death over this little bit of power?"
"The base provides food and drink, and guarantees everyone's safety. Haven't we done enough?" another person yelled.
"Is it you who have food and drink? What about ordinary people? Who among them gets to eat their fill every day?" Yiming Ying coldly questioned.
"Now with zombies and mutant animals running rampant outside, if they themselves have no capabilities, who can they blame?"
"Blame who? Of course, I blame you. If you spent the time and effort you put on fighting for power on experimental research, would our base be in such a sorry state? Would everyone have to live so difficultly?"
