Control of the icebreaker meant control over a sliver of hope for survival. No one wanted to entrust their lives to a group of Asians.
Even if Jiang Si and her companion had saved them, they had no right to make such an unreasonable demand.
This was the arrogant opinion of most people there.
They failed to consider that this was the apocalypse. The very act of saving them and sharing supplies was already a massive favor.
Jack feigned helplessness with a wave of his hand. "It was all to save your lives. If I hadn't agreed, you might all be dead already."
"Dead? Don't be ridiculous! As long as we had medicine, there was no way we would have died!"
The speaker was a short, curly-haired man named Mike, the doctor for the Antarctic Research Team. He loathed yellow-skinned dogs more than anyone.
'Now that everyone was alive and well, he could have easily treated everyone by himself.'
