You'd Be Dead Already
A mental game.
Rex, as someone with power, was very familiar with this concept.
But he usually dwells in a mental game—where using a pond full of blood was not prohibited, not the likes of empty words and mockeries like this. Only the strong could survive, and even demand something in this dark world.
Anyone who was not strong or worse, weak, would have no say in anything.
For them, it is either to live under the rule of the strong or die.
However, Rex understands that power doesn't only involve individual strength.
Even the System would agree with him on that—and right now, it was clear—and undeniable that the Zahara Consortium wields the power. Being a strategic piece for the current trouble, they have the free reign to do whatever they want.
"Don't mind her manners, it has been a long journey" Rex intervened, easing the tension.
He doesn't mind being called his name, it was somewhat refreshing.