In the past, the young president would ask about the specific situation.
But now, West had left the Caesar Union for the Death Land. It didn't matter if he could come back alive or not.
He chuckled and shook his head slowly. "This is West's business. It has nothing to do with us."
"All we need to do is to do our job well. There is no need to hold accountable for anything else!"
"People from the Patriarch Sect..." The young president sighed.
They were not meant to deal with him.
The Death Star of the Death Land.
Lying on a big stone, West opened his eyes in confusion and found that there was no aura of Plut around him.
He was stunned for a moment and struggled to sit up. He looked around and didn't find it.
West tilted his head. The aura of Plut was fading away from him.
"Sure enough, the child has grown up. It must want to have a try by itself." West sighed and patted the soil on his body.
The place Plut walked was like a vacuum cleaner.