Xiang Shan always felt that Yawgmoth was particularly combative by nature, as if there was an inherent ferocity in his bones.
It was simply a conversation about the future of humanity, a topic often casually discussed by modern youth, but he somehow managed to exhibit a "fighting" temperament.
Chewing on a chicken bone without thinking, Xiang Shan sucked on it twice, then spat it out. He said, "But, come to think of it, most intellectual property rights have a period of validity, right? They're all limited in duration. For most countries, it wouldn't exceed twenty years."
"How many batches of twenty years does a person get in a lifetime?" Yawgmoth retorted, "To delay the progress of human science for twenty years, isn't that a crime? Isn't it terrifying that every moment is delayed by twenty years? You and I are only a little over twenty years old, aren't we?"
"Ah, that does seem to be the case," Xiang Shan nodded in agreement.
