Humanity's leader was Xia Qingjun, an energetic middle-aged man with sharp, soaring brows. His eyes were not large, yet they gleamed with spirit, and his face carried an authority that needed no anger to be felt.
Simply sitting there, he gave people an extraordinarily dependable feeling.
What did it mean to remain unruffled even with Mount Tai collapsing before one's eyes? Perhaps that was exactly what described him. It seemed that no matter what happened, he could resolve and handle it.
When he saw the Captain, red-faced as though drunk, bringing Su Hao to see him, he showed no unusual reaction. He merely smiled and said calmly, "Colonel Gong, Hero Xu Shiqiang, you've only been back for two days, yet you were already impatient to come find me. You surely didn't come to have tea with me. Go on—what is it?"
The Captain recounted everything he had experienced, then envisioned a bright future. "Leader, just think about it. If humanity truly possessed 'Teleport Technology,' humanity's situation in the universe would improve enormously! And Blue Light would no longer be humanity's fatal weakness. We would have more possibilities and more choices. Defeating the Eight-Armed Tribe would no longer be difficult."
Leader Xia Qingjun burst into laughter, but both the Captain and Su Hao could sense that his laughter was filled with the feeling of having heard a joke.
Clearly, he was only listening and had not taken the Captain's words seriously. He was probably thinking: Had these two drifted through space for too long and developed mental problems? Later, he should have the psychiatric department examine them. Hopefully, nothing serious had happened.
Su Hao did not say much either. After obtaining the Leader's personal consent, he put a Protective Barrier around him and Teleported him and the Captain once more to