Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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“Of course,” Ronan replied.

The matter has temporarily come to an end, but there are still troubles to come.

Ronan and Candice are dead, but his subordinates, a bunch of demons, are still entrenched in the northeast and must be dealt with.

Ronan and Dinia shouldn't have been involved in what happened afterward, but unfortunately, one of the rebels was Lu Jianling's son.

With Lu Jianling joining the group, she proved invaluable as a high-ranking general. Among Ronan's group, none of them possessed particularly strong military skills. Ronan was adequate for leading small guerrilla units, but he couldn't handle larger groups. Ambrina had some talent for mobile warfare, but the actual command relied entirely on a group of staff officers and generals. Isabel had a wealth of theoretical knowledge but lacked practical experience, while the others were completely incompetent.

Lu Jianling climbed her way up step by step, and most importantly, she was a Seresian, so she knew how to fight in Seres.

In short, she was very useful.

“You guys go ahead, we’ll take care of that group,” Stefan said. The group he was referring to was the one that Sat had gathered after arriving in Seris, including Ussel’s son, Hiss.

Bricht glanced at the Ross man beside him. "We should go too."

Chapter 859 Some ran away, some surrendered, some died

The three leaders of the Kingdom of Phos went to deal with the remaining followers of the traitor Sat.

Victor, Bricht, and an unfamiliar Rus's group—this trio is quite interesting: "British," "German," and "Russian." What's going on? An anti-French alliance? The problem is, they're entangled with the three giants. Seventh-tier beings rarely get truly involved in state affairs, to say the least. Victor has been gone from Weyland for years, Bricht only has connections with the former imperial family, and the current emperor of the Will Empire is no longer that family. As for the unfamiliar Rus's man, he's dressed in tattered burlap robes, his hair is like a bird's nest, and he's barefoot. He's clean, but that's mostly due to his seventh-tier self-healing ability. Even if he's not a "Holy Fool," he's certainly somewhat of one. Such a person might be good for revolution, but definitely not for politics.

In short, it's impossible to guess what they're doing together.

Ronan was too lazy to guess; he didn't want to concern himself with Western affairs anymore.

The other "Ronan" group is very powerful, with core members at the seventh, sixth, and fifth levels, none of whom are weak. They also have thousands of demon spirits with the strength of the main rank. It can be said that no other superhuman organization in the world is stronger than them. Even in the West, many countries do not have this kind of strength.

If Ronan had simply chosen a location in the West to parachute in, he would never have encountered such significant obstacles in such a short time.

However, his subordinates were somewhat inadequate compared to the seventeen seventh-tier Seris superhumans, plus the makeshift team composed of Ronan and Dinia.

Their purpose in going there was to eliminate the leaders of the rebels and protect the emperor. They would protect the officials and imperial guards who had been captured and brought to join the rebels if they could, and if not, they would let them go. As for the thousand demon spirits, they would kill those they could, and if not, they would not bother to hunt them down.

To the surprise of the top superhumans of Seris, as well as Ronan and Dinia, they had rushed to their stronghold the moment Ronan died, but two of the three demon leaders mentioned in the intelligence report had escaped.

The former Demon King, who looked and dressed like a middle-aged rogue, and the tall, fat, and seemingly simple-minded nameless demon who was skilled in technology, all ran away. Along with them, three or four hundred demons also disappeared without a trace, including dozens of elites.

The Seresians were incredulous, but Ronan and Dinia knew exactly what was going on. These demons had gone to the Celestial Realm—not to return, but to go, because they were not originally demons of this world; they could only go to the Celestial Realm of this world.

It is foreseeable that the Celestial Realm will not be peaceful in the future, but Ronan does not need to worry about it, because the demon spirits cannot touch the core of the extraordinary system.

With long arms and legs like a stick insect, the demon spirit carrying a giant crescent-shaped staff seemed to have been caught off guard and was killed unexpectedly. He led several hundred demon spirits in an attempt to break through the encirclement.

However, all this is in vain.

Apart from the stick insect with sixth-tier strength, which could put up a little resistance, the others were like grass being cut down.

Leave no one alive, kill them all.

On the human side, they also had no idea that "Ronan" would be defeated. When a group of people rushed over, they didn't even have time to react.

Only the purple-haired youth clad in armor and wielding a Guan Dao, along with a few mid-ranking soldiers, attempted to break through the encirclement; the other leaders surrendered without hesitation.

His escape was purely wishful thinking; he and his companions all perished.

Heath surrendered, but he was still killed by Ronan. Although he was Heath from another world and had no grudge against Ronan, he had made some progress in similar research. Ronan didn't want to see anyone use that unstable talent-granting technique to cause trouble.

Therefore, they must be killed.

Wu Jiuxiao, and the noblewoman Kaman from Bilia, also surrendered.

The two of them, along with about twenty other mid-level superhumans from another timeline, were naturally handed over to these seventeen top-tier superhumans from Seris.

After all, the top superhumans of Seris were also eager to understand what was going on.

Where did they come from? How did they get here? What is their purpose?

Since there was no way to get anything out of Ronan and Dinia, who clearly knew a lot of inside information, the only option was to start with these traitors.

As for the emperor crying out that he was wronged, the concubines who were almost crying to death, the other officials who had followed the rebels and kept shouting that they were forced to do so and that they were extremely loyal to the country, the imperial guards, and the tens of thousands of truly innocent people who were kneeling and begging for their lives, those were all matters for the court.

These top-tier superhumans can't manage it all, nor do they want to.

Finally, there's a special case: Liu Chongyu. He intended to commit suicide, but Ronan and Dinia beat him half to death and then took him away.

Thus, within half a day of Ronan's death, his gang completely collapsed.

Although there are still many follow-up matters to be dealt with, they are no longer things that Ronan and Dinia need to worry about.

"Everyone, we won't get involved in what happens next. Until we meet again."

After saying that, Ronan and Dinia took Liu Chongyu away from Northeast China and set off back to Foshan, Guangdong.

During the flight, Dinia leaned against Ronan and casually asked, "Aren't you worried they'll know too much from those people who came with the other you?"

“If they know, they know. As long as they still want the method to achieve immortality, they won’t cause any trouble. They won’t spread the inside story, especially anything that might have a negative impact on me,” Ronan replied. “They will most likely wipe out all the people from the other world after they find out the truth.”

Dinia thought about it and agreed, then asked, "Aren't you worried that the secret to immortality will spread if we teach it to them?"

“Didi, did you know that the people who get on the bus first will weld the doors shut?” Ronan said.

“Welding?” Dinia didn’t understand the word.

"Anyway, they're not letting the people behind them in," Ronan explained.

“That’s true,” Dinia nodded. “However, what we really need to worry about is their commitment to neutrality.”

"You can rest assured about that," Ronan said confidently.

Dinia looked at Ronan with a hint of skepticism.

Ronan said calmly, “Using extreme violence to seize power will arouse public outrage, and it’s not advisable in this world where there are many superhumans who can cause you trouble. But is there a problem with using extreme violence to retaliate against a specific person? There won’t be any problem. The top superhumans in Seris are not even a loose alliance, let alone a united front. They are just the leaders of their own small factions. It’s only because I didn’t want to target them that I could have instigated infighting among them and killed a few more, given our current absolute strength, the longevity method, the talent bestowed, and the cultivation transplant.”

"As long as they're not stupid, they'll remain neutral."

"From what we can see so far, some of them are not very shrewd, and some are self-righteous, but none of them are unaware of the consequences. After all, they are all old guys. At most, they may have a bit of a childish temper, but there are absolutely no hotheads among them."

It was precisely because Ronan understood this that he felt at ease leaving with Dinia, letting the Seres handle the rest of the matter themselves.

Chapter 860 Violent Power, the Essence of Officials, and the Vanguard Team is Absolutely Unacceptable

"That's true, but they are not just themselves."

Dinia raised its concerns again.

Top-tier superhumans are usually not alone. Although they are generally not the leaders of a faction because they are busy with their own research and have no time or energy to take charge, they are indeed the pillars of a faction because they are the force and academic authority of the faction.

Dinia's point is simple: these seventh-rank individuals cannot control those in their faction, especially the young people who are single-mindedly focused on making leaps and bounds in their careers.

To address Dinia's concerns, Ronan resorted to a metaphor: "Dinia, if you suddenly went to the primitive era, and you were no longer a superhuman, but only had a revolver and a hundred unruly primitives, do you think you could manage them?"

"What's so difficult about that? Pick out ten strong men, shoot one dead without saying a word, and you'll have nine left. Make them obey, and kill them if they don't. Then, these nine strong men will manage the remaining ninety people. Can primitive people manage? No, they only have fists. When someone has a problem, we won't even need to say a word; the strong men will use their fists."

Dinia spoke with ease; having served in office for many years, she had grasped the basic principles of governance.

Violence gives rise to power, and the redistribution of power creates domination.

Ronan smiled. "The principle is the same. In the previous battles, we have already demonstrated enough strength. And their comprehension ability is much stronger than that of primitive people. If someone who is closely related to them acts recklessly and doesn't know what's good for them, they will take action on their own."

"As for competition within the rules, have I ever lost in these decades?"

"As I've said before, we don't need their support; we just hope that everything can be played within the rules of the game."

The so-called rules are a series of things that, if violated, would most likely lead both sides into endless mutual retaliation.

This has absolutely nothing to do with etiquette or honor; it's simply because the destruction caused by the most intense war hundreds of years ago was beyond the comprehension of superhumans.

“But we are not simply rebelling,” Dinia said, “not even the kind of reforms we saw in the kingdom before.”

If it were merely a change of dynasty, one probably wouldn't encounter desperate measures, but a revolution is a different story.

"Didi, what's wrong with you? You weren't like this before. You used to have an idea and would start acting without thinking about anything else. If I didn't do it for you, you would have punched me." Ronan teased with a smile.

"Slander! In the past, whenever I asked you for something, you would readily agree, but you either made things impossible or messed things up. Did I ever hit you? Not at all." With that, Dinia raised her hand and elbowed Ronan, breaking his nose.

Ronan straightened his nose and blew his nose to make the blood flow out. "I just said you have too many concerns and aren't as reckless as you used to be, or rather, you're more decisive."

Dinia glared at Ronan angrily, "I've become like this because your bureaucratic vices have corrupted me."

"Yes, yes, it's my fault." Ronan quickly took the blame, but his tone was just a pretense to make people happy.

But Dinia fell for it. She couldn't help but laugh at Ronan's feigned coaxing, and the smile lasted for a while before she took a deep breath to suppress it. "Ronan, this time is really different."

“It’s different, but not that different, Didi. You don’t really think that starting a revolution will bring us closer to a new era and lead us to an ideal world, do you? As long as there’s a government, there will be officials. And as long as there are officials, well, you know what I mean.” Ronan said. It was one thing for him to start a revolution, but it was another thing for him not to have much expectation for the so-called revolution.

“Not all officials are the same,” Dinia said. “They can be people who are more enlightened and believe in new ideas.”

“Same here, Didi,” Ronan said. “Whether he represents the people, unscrupulous businessmen, the powerful and wealthy, or the extraordinary, or even all the shit in the world, whether he is a real representative or a fake one, whether he is selfish or for the public good, the tendency of the bureaucratic group is to control the interpretation of ‘sacred values’ and engage in factionalism and suppression, constantly moving towards the goal of dictatorship.”

"If they don't have this inclination, it's like a capitalist not exploiting others; they'll be swallowed up by other capitalists immediately."

"Officials may appear peaceful, but in reality, they are just like capitalists who have been alienated, with the goal of achieving extreme monopoly."

"Even if all officials are honest and upright, it will not change the fact that officials control the power of social production resources and wealth distribution. It may even be more terrifying, turning the government into a religious order. At that time, a certain theory may be the Bible, and anything different will be labeled as heresy and physically eliminated."

"So-called revolution is actually a belated and short-lived form of justice."

People expect revolution and reform, but they despise sustained revolution and reform.

"We must resolutely reject the idea that advanced groups represent the general public."

Ronan said.

He never expected that Dinia, whom he thought was becoming more and more politically mature, was becoming more and more dangerous in her thinking. She initially had romantic revolutionary tendencies, then leaned towards communitarian collectivist ideas, and now, she was beginning to show signs of vanguard theory.

The vanguard theory is something that is absolutely unacceptable. If it goes wrong, it will be a complete step backward, becoming no different from religion. No, it's even more terrifying, because even in the darkest times of the past, the West was not entirely ruled by religion.

"Then how do we do it? This won't work, that won't work. If it's just a superficial change of dynasty, I'm not interested. You can do it yourself."

Dinia didn't really want to quit; she was just a little annoyed.

After leaving the Kingdom of Fas, she calmed down and reflected deeply. Finally, after her experience in Foshan, she finally summarized her thoughts, but before she could even express them, she was subjected to a "criticism" by Ronan. How could she not be angry?

It's already a sign of consideration for our years of relationship that I didn't punch Ronan so hard his brains out.

“First investigate, then practice, then analyze the demands of different groups, and finally establish an organization,” Ronan said.

“Different groups?” Dinia keenly caught the word.

"There is no such thing as a class or group being more advanced. We can say that, but we cannot really believe it. Otherwise, it will soon turn into a theory of birth, and in extreme cases, into a caste system. The purpose of our revolution is to change this, not to create another division of high and low, noble and base."

Ronan said.

"Hmph, that makes more sense." Dinia's expression shifted from gloomy to sunny.

“Actually, we have one great advantage: we’re forever young,” Ronan said. “No one can turn us into silent idols. Even if we retire, decades or even centuries later, we can use newer ideas to revolutionize the old ideas we left behind.”

If one were immortal, who would carry out a revolution? Would they just wait to be criticized and revised, or be divided into three parts and seven parts?

Chapter 861 Home, Hugs, Dean, Come On!

Foshan in the morning.

Ronan and Dinia returned, first handing Liu Chongyu over to Lu Jianling, and then calling the women together.

After a few words of concern and greetings, he began to recount what had happened over the past month, from the moment the two of them set off to find Wen Jin, to entering another dimension, to finally killing another "Ronan" and then clearing out the remaining enemies, he told the whole story from beginning to end.

Ronan spoke concisely, focusing on the key points, and his tone was devoid of emotion, as if he were talking about someone else's affairs. He had returned unharmed, not only making progress in his strength but also laying the groundwork for future events. Why make the story dramatic and elaborate, or talk about certain events in another timeline, creating a somber atmosphere?

But Ambrina immediately threw herself into Ronan's arms and burst into tears.

Zhao Yingqi was also sobbing, on the verge of crying.

Alice lowered her head and remained silent.

Ronan didn't know what to do for a moment, so he could only hold Ambrina and comfort her.

“Shameful,” Isabel said, but Ambrina, who used to argue with her, didn’t respond, which annoyed Isabel, so she got up and left.

As soon as Isabel left, Ashley and Grand followed. Before they got too far away, Grand turned back, shrugged, pouted, and shook her head, giving Ronan a helpless look.

Agustina and Elena calmly drank their sugar water, showing no intention of saying a word.

Falek and Canaan wanted to say a few words to express their concern and congratulations, but as newcomers, it would be somewhat inappropriate for them to speak first when Agustina and Elena, who had followed Ronan and Dinia for decades, were sitting there without saying anything.

As for Faith, she had a blank expression, and no one knew what she was thinking.

After a long while, Ambrina finally stopped crying and got up from Ronan's arms.

Ronan turned to Agustina and Elena and said, "I almost died, and you two are still here eating sugar water."

"So, are you dead or not?" Elena retorted.

Agustina added, "This syrup has milk in it, so it won't taste good when it's cold."

Ronan suddenly stood up and walked behind Elena, clenching his fists and drilling them hard into Elena's temples.