Chapter 900: Den

More metal shards fell from Major General Arngan's arm until only the stump remained. His punch had destroyed the prototype and ruined part of the lab, causing uncountable financial losses.

Khan didn't mind the damage. He had never cared for money, and scolding the General for something he was similarly guilty of felt hypocritical. Training halls and areas rarely survived when Khan was around, making Major General Arngan a kindred soul.

The experimental nature of the procedure also partially justified the General. He had overreacted, but his rash actions had conveyed his point. The Fuveall were going too easy on him, and even someone with poor scientific knowledge as Khan understood why.

The Fuveall were proper scientists. That job was a core aspect of their species, so they planned to standardize the new field. They didn't want to create something for Major General Arngan. They aimed to develop implants every human could wear.