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"Yes."

With the nod from the underling standing at the door, the man known as the acting leader's confidant calmly walked towards the distance.

His boss had not given him this command.

What the boss had instructed him to do was to take good care of the old leader and, after this period had passed, and after Yi stopped paying attention to the matters on North Maple Planet, they would then bring the old leader out of hell.

Yes.

That was the command his boss had given him.

But he did not carry it out.

What good would it do him? None whatsoever, but if he got rid of the old leader, letting his boss truly assume the role of leader, then he, as the confidant, would become the second in command of the North Maple Clan.

The boss was blindly loyal to the old leader.

He was not.

He was only loyal to his own boss.

...

Meanwhile, within the North Maple Clan, the acting leader who had just breathed a sigh of relief, had finally sent Tuberculosis Rabbit away, and the North Maple Clan was at last free from the risk of annihilation.

What a mess this was.

He was also helpless about the old leader's cooking antics; if you're going to admit defeat, then just do it decisively, no need to put on such a performance.

Unwilling to touch the national treasury's money, yet wanting to create a persona of being staunchly defiant until death.

Why bother?

Besides, amongst the entire Awesome Starfield, there were plenty of other Races stronger than theirs, and hadn't they all paid the protection fee? What enemies could there be? Moreover, being able to bridge a connection with Yi through several hundred million Points was actually quite worthwhile.

If North Maple ever faced an existential crisis in the future, relying on this relationship, it wasn't guaranteed that Yi would lend them a hand, but at least they could get a word in, and there would be a glimmer of hope, wouldn't there?

And just then—

He saw his confidant walking over, and his brow immediately furrowed as he asked, "Why have you returned? Weren't you supposed to be taking care of the old leader in hell?"

"The old leader has been killed by me."

The confidant was quite blunt, coming forward to support the man's arm, ushering him to sit on the leader's chair, and then pushing him down before he knelt on both knees, bowing to the ground.

"From today on, boss, you are the only leader of the North Maple Clan!"

"Under your leadership, the North Maple Clan will thrive!"

Simultaneously.

Inside the hall, many of the man's subordinates, who had already received the news, kneeled down in unison, facing the man seated in the leader's chair and shouted in chorus, "We pay our respects to the Leader!"

"You... you all..."

The man, sitting in the chair representing the leader's position, stuttered with pale lips and a trembling body, "You... you're all misleading me!!"

"You're misleading me!"

But following that—

As one salutation followed another, the man gradually sat up straight against his will, looked toward the kneeling crowd before him, and his mouth slowly began to curl into a smile before he began laughing uncontrollably.

"Good, good, good!"

The North Maple Clan, from this day forth, officially underwent a change of leadership!

Perhaps even the old leader of the North Maple Clan would never have thought that he would fake his death to hide in the depths of hell as a cleaner, and that no one would avenge him, because, apart from the old leader's loyal followers, everyone else believed the old leader had been killed by the angry populace.

As for why he'd be killed again in hell?

Who knows?

Perhaps some angry citizens, in their rage, had ventured into hell to kill again, which wasn't impossible.

...

"I could go for another hotpot meal..."

At this moment, deep in the galaxy's hell, an old man with a weathered face sat absent-mindedly in his wicker chair, unconsciously licking his dry lips, yearning for that long-lost hotpot meal.

His name was Ping Ye.

He once thought he would have to spend his entire life in the depths of hell, serving as a janitor.

But last time, he was inadvertently taken by Chen Yi out of the deep hell via the Gold Miner category, and even though it was for less than a minute, he had still breathed the long-missed fresh air.

The surroundings no longer filled with the acrid stench of rotting corpses.

It excited him.

And he did not return empty-handed; he had brought back a hotpot meal, which he had eaten with great care over ten days, even finishing all the sour soup base in the end, reluctant to throw it away, pouring it into his stomach.

Of course.

Even if he wanted to throw it away, he couldn't.

Because there are no trash bins in the depths of hell, well, it couldn't exactly be said that there are no trash bins; they themselves served the role of mobile trash bins.

They were the trash bins.

If they wanted to throw something away, their stomachs were the only place to do it.

"Just don't know when I can get out again..."

Ping Ye lay on his wicker chair in a daze, imagining when Chen Yi would take him out again; he wanted another round of hotpot, hopefully with more time so he could bring back more food.

Of course, if he could bring back a woman, that would be even better.

In the depths of hell, all people, including men and women, have their stomachs forcibly enlarged, so it's impossible for men and women to mate here—not to mention.

If you're a normal man with such a huge belly, mating successfully is out of the question for a simple reason: you can't reach.

So...

They had to resort to some very disgusting, unspeakable means to solve some unmentionable physiological needs.

...

"You're back?"

Elsewhere in the outside world, on Blue Star.

Sword Without End, who was sitting in a chair engrossed in something, looked towards Tuberculosis Rabbit and addressed them, "How's everything, all went smoothly?"