On the command deck of Tomahawk, Xia Fei was in deep thought while he smoked a cigarette.
"What do you plan to do with Harris?" asked Phantom.
Xia Fei furrowed his eyebrows, slowly exhaling a ring of smoke. "It's not easy to come across a top-tier geneticist. Although he's done plenty of terrible things, I don't feel like killing him."
Phantom shook his head. "I know that you like talented people, but this man's done horrible things in the past. Keeping him alive is just like carrying heavy baggage."
Xia Fei laughed. "I don't think I've ever been free of trouble. If his death means I wouldn't encounter any more trouble, I would kill him long ago; you can count on that."
Phantom pursed his lips. Xia Fei appeared to be saying that another problem on his back was not much because of how many problems he already had.
"Are you saying you're going to keep him alive?"
Xia Fei nodded. "It does seem to be the case."
