"Well, anyway, starting from tomorrow, I reckon things might get quite busy."

"Busy?"

"Yeah, if my guess is correct, there might be some chaos tomorrow. But no matter how tough it gets, it'll only be for two days. So, it's not a big deal, after all, we're doing this for that person. Let me ask, does anyone regret it now?"

"How could that be?"

The woman ran her fingers through her hair, asking in return.

"Oh, I always see my tasks through to the end."

Ricky crossed his arms and straightened his chest.

"I have long been prepared for this."

The young girl spoke softly with unwavering determination, her head bowed.

"Alright, since there are no objections, let's call it a day."

Finally, the man in black raised his hands in declaration.

"In two days, our long-cherished wishes will come true."

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At the same time, in a luxurious room within the Floxus Palace.

The room was simply furnished with only a few items for everyday needs, without any excessive decorations. Yet, even so, there was no hint of poverty; the room was minimalistic yet tasteful.

This must be the so-called understated luxury with depth.

It was already late at night, but the room remained lit. Under the light, there stood a white-haired young girl, her hair tied into two bunches on either side, dressed in pure white attire. This young girl was none other than the highest ruler of the country, revered by the people as the "Holy Heir."

At this moment, instead of being busy with the so-called official documents, which were related to running the country, like other rulers, she stood by the window, gazing solemnly at the neon lights in the city.

Suddenly.

"Thud—"

The silence was broken by a knock on the door.

Seeing this, the white-clad young girl spoke calmly.

"Come in."

With permission granted, the door to the room swung open.

Entering was a green-haired man in his thirties named Shuke Rice. He was the most powerful person in this country and also one of the only five S-class superhumans in the world.

Despite being so powerful, the green-haired man, upon seeing the white-clad young girl, still respectfully bowed.

"Is there something you need me for, Holy Heir?"

Although his demeanor was respectful, his words were quite direct, even bordering on impolite. However, the young girl did not say anything, as his position was special, not merely a subordinate to the white-clad young girl.

"I actually called you here to discuss our strategy."

The white-clad young girl's voice remained steady.

Although to others, her form of address might seem strange, the man had gotten used to it, and once you were used to it, it didn't matter.

"Our strategy? Is it...?"

Although the white-clad young girl didn't explicitly say it, the green-haired man had an idea.

"That's right. Specifically, it's about what happened today. Although with the help of those few individuals, nothing major occurred during the day, we still have to consider what actions to take next."

"Does the Holy Heir mean... apprehending the ringleaders of the terrorists and preventing this chaos?"

The white-clad young girl nodded.

"Yes, although for now we've pushed some things down temporarily, if we don't address the root cause, it will only be an endless cycle. In fact, the situation will escalate even further, especially at this current time."