In the middle of nowhere, Clovis' grandfather, Michael Hacfield, was staring at his phone while smiling. "That's my boy. It seems that he has left the country. No one can stop him anymore. Should I warn that country not to do anything to him as well?
"No. I believe he will have the strength to take care of it himself. Besides, Gerald should be meeting him sooner or later. I guess I don't have to worry about them.
"The only problem is these old geezers, trying to kill my descendants. Should I also hunt their successors as well to stop them? If not for the fact that a lot of countries will end up targeting my grandson because I interfere too much, I wouldn't have played this stupid game.
"I just hope that he is able to do it." Michael let out a long sigh before glancing to the side. There was a tree that was so high that its roots pierced through underground and reached the magma, its trunk was so tall that it pierced the cloud.
