"Great Mr. Chen Yu, having been successfully elected as the leader of the human race last night, do you have anything you'd like to say to the whole world?" Chen Yu got out of bed, bewildered and still undressed, "I don't know, I just woke up...” …
"Pssh—"
Another arm was torn apart in midair by gravitational force.
Chen Yu ignored the other's screams and repeated, "One, be tormented to death by me. Two, stop the slaughter under your control."
"Guardian... Guardian, save me!" the suited man, both arms broken, shouted back in despair, his face the picture of hopelessness.
Chen raised an eyebrow and followed the man's gaze.
He saw an elderly lady with grey hair, leaning on a walking stick, slowly emerging from a small house in the corner of the castle. She looked up, locking eyes with Chen Yu.
"I thought as much," Chen Yu said, keeping the besuited man suspended in midair and eyeing the elderly lady without expression. "The chief in charge of the provincial city couldn't possibly be a mere C-grade Transcendent."
He actually recognized her.
Some time ago, when the alliance's head had formed the "Diplomatic Squad" at the sanctuary, he had seen her at the plaza outside the sanctuary doors.