Guo Yi remained silent.
The President had already risen to his feet.
Having been ill for a week, standing up and walking again felt somewhat unfamiliar; his muscles had slightly atrophied.
"Young man, thank you for saving me," said the President with a strand of golden hair, putting on a comical smile. "And thank you as well for saving the civilians in the Middle East and thousands of U.S. Federation soldiers."
If the withdrawal from the Middle East were not completed within three days, the flames of war would inevitably spread. Once they did, it wouldn't only be some soldiers who got hurt—more so, it would be the civilians in the Middle Eastern countries. They were truly the most tragic group.
It was for this reason that Guo Yi was willing to intervene.
"You're welcome." Guo Yi's expression was cold, his voice indifferent. "I didn't save you simply for your sake, but to save the many civilians who might be affected by the war."
"Yes!" Sopu nodded.
