"Ever since the alien invasion war last year, we haven't met. The president has been busy with state affairs, and the military has had to redeploy forces for defenses against space. We truly haven't seen each other in a long time."
General Ross's capable face held little smile. His posture was straight, and his words were stern and earnest, every bit the rigid soldier.
He was no longer like before, when he had questioned He-El and smiled as he made demands of him.
Who would still dare make demands of He-El now...
"Sit. No need to be so restrained." He-El smiled as he spoke with Ross, watching the steadily rising concentration of negative energy through his retina.
"Thank you, Mr. President." General Ross politely thanked him, then sat in a nearby chair, his back ramrod straight and not daring to lean against the backrest.
Ever since He-El had become president, General Ross had actually been somewhat anxious and uneasy.
Because before the alien war, General Ross had repeatedly urged, even questioned, He-El about producing the Gene Serum.
He was no different from the other interest groups.
They had all merely wanted to use He-El to achieve their own goals.
The other interest groups had wanted He-El's energy reactors, Super Technology Company, and every profit generated by its products. They had all been preparing to devour He-El, this juicy piece of meat.
Although General Ross had ostensibly protected He-El at the time, there had been far too many people protecting him. Almost all of Congress and the interest groups among the nation's upper class had been sheltering him invisibly, waiting to devour him once he matured.
General Ross truly did not dare bring up that supposed debt of protection. He had merely been one person in the vast sea.
Most importantly,