"Shameless!" Yuan Yao spat from behind.
"You make some sense," Xu Huo stroked his chin, "I just find it odd, since your goals are so lofty, why didn't you come talk to me directly, instead of hiring someone to kill me... I see now, because you are a bunch of filthy rats hiding in the sewers, using the pretense of righteousness to cover your greed."
Hou Song's face, pale from too much blood loss, reddened with anger, "How could someone as selfish and shortsighted as you understand our ideals? We want to establish a powerful player nation quickly, to fight for more opportunities for survival in the game for Zone 014. Is that wrong?"
"So what you mean is that because I've evolved for the second time, I should sacrifice myself to pave the way for the likes of you." Xu Huo's smile gradually faded, "If you're running a cult, just admit it. Why dress it up as something noble?"
He glanced into the bucket; Hou Song's severed limb had stopped bleeding.