"How could it not be our concern?"
Despite being the butt of the joke, Li Ke was in no way flustered; instead, he chuckled and retorted.
"A son's issue, no matter how minor, is still a significant matter, haven't you all traveled a long distance to get here too?"
Cohen initially failed to catch on, but he quickly got the double meaning and his expression darkened.
The term "son" could refer to the Golden Lizard Kingdom, or it could refer to the Vellante People.
In a distant half-century past, there were no Vellante People on this planet; they were all engineered by the Academy's predecessor—the technical department of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, under the mandate of the Defense Department, through a genetic improvement project designed to create super soldiers.
As a Ten Thousand Leader, he was of course aware of the origins of the Vellante People, but just because he knew didn't mean he cared.
