Run, You Foolish Children!!

"...That's Zhi. Aren't you worried he might do something huge?"

This was the umpteenth time Xu Shilan had asked Xu Wanfang that question.

Xu Wanfang was extremely busy. He scarcely had a moment of free time. Since arriving at this point in time, he had never once closed his eyes to rest. He was busy almost every moment—meeting people, directing work, drafting plans, issuing orders, personally building things, or holding meetings with people both inside and outside his team.

What he was busy with went far beyond everything involved in this final battle against the Final Producer. Many of his actions seemed meaningless to outsiders, but only those closest to Xu Wanfang knew that he was not merely preparing for this decisive battle. He was also handling countless loose ends for the world after the battle, including a smooth transition to a new government after the war against the Final Producer, the purge and reconstruction of the Eleven Families, systems for accepting and restricting Thirteen Singularity Company... and everything else.

As always, Xu Wanfang had shouldered everything himself. Even if he survived the battle against the Final Producer, he would immediately return to the time point that belonged to him, yet he had still done all of this.

Previously, Xu Wanfang had been too busy to answer Xu Shilan's questions. But a meeting had just ended. He had just let out a breath and taken a sip of water when he heard his sister ask again, and he could not help but smile bitterly.

"Sis, you won't let this go until you get an answer, will you?"

Xu Shilan replied righteously, "This concerns your life and death, and the success or failure of the battle against the Final Producer. How could I not care?"

Xu Wanfang fell silent for several