Chapter 297: Benevolence and Justice in the World

The sterile white light of the underground medical bay felt a world away from the blood-soaked earth of the industrial graveyard. The air, thick with the scent of antiseptic, was a stark contrast to the coppery tang of death that still clung to Morgan Santee’s clothes. He stood before a reinforced glass wall, watching as doctors attended to Xiao Long. His uncle was resting, the nanite-suppressing field humming softly around his bed. The immediate threat of the chip had been neutralized, but...