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"That's only natural. The three of us brothers are going to conquer the world together!" The blond-haired man pounded his chest with enthusiasm.

Jia Weixin instructed Yao Jun to put away the Door of Arbitrariness and said, "Let's get ready to leave. Although the celestial-level creatures in the ruins shouldn't be able to come out, this is not a place to linger."

"Got it."

Chen Xianzhi was about to make arrangements when he suddenly calculated on his fingers and said, "Captain, there's news, it's a receipt."

Jia Weixin's spirits lifted, thinking it was a message from Yang Yuan, and he hurriedly asked someone to fetch the receipt, only to find it was actually from the Alliance Headquarters.

Chen Xianzhi glanced at the contents and said, "Headquarters is asking about the progress of our plan, inquiring if we need support."

"Support my ass, only sending support now when the opportunity has passed."

Jia Weixin sneered, knowing that the Alliance Headquarters likely had its difficulties too, but he couldn't help feeling displeased by their earlier response.

So, after a brief contemplation, he coldly prepared to return the favor with a scathing reply.

After all, 'A general in the field has the liberty to disobey orders,' plus, it's uncertain whether the leadership on the other side even belongs to his original country. Truth be told, he doesn't have much awe for them.

If he hadn't heard that the Alliance may be facing a war against foreign races, he'd have demanded some resources by now.

Chen Xianzhi astutely cut his own finger without delay.

Jia Weixin used a pen to suck up the blood and wrote on the receipt, "No need to trouble Headquarters anymore. We've killed the Drought Fiend; the high-temperature disaster is a thing of the past. However, the path is long and the direction unknown, so please forgive us for being unable to support Headquarters."

After writing this sentence, he felt incredibly triumphant, a feeling that was simply exhilarating.

The fact proved that even without support from the Alliance Headquarters, they had escaped from the Ancient Ruins, and had even managed to kill the nearly impossible-to-kill Drought Fiend.

Alliance Headquarters would probably be dumbfounded when they heard of this, wouldn't they?

As for whether they believe it?

Who cares.

Jia Weixin believed that after being dutiful for most of his life, a bit of occasional recklessness wouldn't affect the greater scheme.

Anyway, with the items exchanged from Yang Yuan, their survival capabilities had greatly increased.

Even if trapped again in the Ancient Ruins, they'd have the means to escape.

Especially now, their thirteenth team had been bolstered by three powerful mutants, ordinary creatures wouldn't stand a chance against them.

Not far away, an elderly man in a Zhongshan suit appeared out of nowhere.

He glanced at the jubilant Jia Weixin and said nothing, pondering internally: 'The Headquarters abruptly inquiring about the plan, even proactively asking if support is needed—they must have sensed something.'

'Furthermore, the stance of the race confronting the Alliance might have changed.'

Thinking of this, he chuckled softly, seeming relieved: 'In a world where strength reigns supreme, an existence capable of exterminating celestial-level creatures should afford Earth Civilization significant development time, even if such news is merely speculation and rumor—it would deter many alien races.'

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[No need to trouble Headquarters anymore. We've killed the Drought Fiend; the high-temperature disaster is a thing of the past. However, the path is long and the direction unknown, so please forgive us for being unable to support Headquarters.]

Alliance Headquarters, Main Conference Room.

When Chen Tianzhi saw the red letters emerging on the receipt, his pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes narrowed sharply.

He instinctively sat up straight, gripping the receipt tightly, as if verifying how he'd might have overlooked them.

After checking several times—

He suddenly deflated like a balloon, softened against the chair back, and gasped for air.

The high-ranking members who were arguing in the meeting room suddenly fell silent, turning to Chen Tianzhi in confusion.

"Mr. President, are you all right?"

"Could it be a sneak attack from the Volcano Race?"

"I knew the Volcano Race had ill intentions..."

"Quick, medical personnel..."

Some sat unmoving, eyes flickering, contemplating whether they could compete as acting president if Chen Tianzhi fell ill; others urgently called for medical attention.

"Haha..."

Amidst everyone's tension, Chen Tianzhi's laughter suddenly resounded through the large meeting room.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Chen Tianzhi's laughter grew louder, initially hoarse, then excited, before turning relieved, then joyful.

Everyone could actually perceive his emotional transformation through Chen Tianzhi's laughter.

Some were secretly astonished, this laughter capable of stirring emotional change—it was somewhat staggering.

'This guy...probably hiding his true capability; he's likely reached the Human Limit too. No wonder he's such a sly old fox.'

Yet most were bewildered, as Chen Tianzhi was laughing too happily.

But during such times, what exactly had he discovered to make him laugh so joyously?

After a long while, Chen Tianzhi finally stopped laughing, his face radiating happiness and relief that couldn't be concealed.

Nobody knew the extent of pressure he'd been under lately.

Although his status as acting president appeared elevated, it was largely due to the major high-ranking officials of Earth Civilization recognizing his mixed racial heritage, along with decent knowledge and abilities, thereby appointing him acting president.

Indeed, acting president was merely temporary, and really, he was a scapegoat.

Essentially, he was just a puppet.

After all, those old foxes would never elect a true president to rule over them, would they?

Under such circumstances, facing failure in a war against the Volcano Race, he'd be the one taking the fall, carrying the blame.