Chapter 170

Rey’s POV

"Go and tell General Zod that Rey Reed Smith has come out of a stupor," she devil's voice broke into my thoughts.

Without hesitancy, one of the men hurriedly went out of the room.

"Shall we begin, Rey Reed Smith?" She inquired, her gaze now resting on me. Nonetheless, I still appeared to be brave.

"You are saying something concerning General Zod," I said, trying to strike up a conversation. Perhaps the iron might grow a little cold. "What is he saying about us?" I asked, trying to follow the conversation and act as if I knew something about the so-called Smith, but I am fully certain that my brain is blank. I haven't heard anything like that before.

"Oh, you mean that?" She mumbled, more with a travesty tone. "Aside from the part that the Smith generation was immortal, they don't talk much, and they don't fear any beings."

"So, what does that have to do