The next day, Long Aotian and his group boarded a spaceship and, escorted by twenty warships, headed towards Xuanming Country.
The owner of the Genetic Store watched as Long Aotian and the others left, his expression heavy, and shook his head.
The assistant next to him asked:
"Boss, do you think Young Master Long will kill everyone in the Xuanming Country area this time?"
"Alas, I don't know, Yang Xiao killed Long Aotian's brother and subordinates. Can he spare Yang Xiao's clan? Did you confirm that you delivered the message I asked you to send yesterday?"
"Boss, rest assured, I already informed the person in charge of the Genetic Store Headquarters in the Xuanming Country area last night. They should have informed Yang Xiao's clan long ago."
"Alas, I hope they can escape with minimal casualties."
"Master, there's one thing I don't understand. Why are we helping humans on Earth? Young Master Long is actually from our own race."
