"Now, I am issuing my first command. There will be no voting session. Direct execution."

After a full three minutes of silence, Ren Zhong slightly shifted his gaze and spoke softly.

Although everyone was in the video conference chat room, inexplicably, most people felt that Ren Zhong's gaze fell on Hugh Augustus's video frame when he said this.

On the sickbed, Hugh Augustus's originally murky eyes suddenly lit up with a look of surprise.

More than ten years ago, before being controlled by Li Yang, a flood of memories surged into his mind. The elderly, near-death Hugh Augustus had already guessed what Ren Zhong's first command would be.

He shivered his lips, wanting to struggle to say something.

But after a moment, he turned his face away lifelessly, saying nothing more.

It was meaningless.

Hugh Augustus gave up struggling, but there were always those who were stubborn, or perhaps had a fluke mentality, like a certain nephew of Hugh Augustus, now a Great Elder in the Supreme Elder Council.

Perhaps it was truly due to deep uncle-nephew sentiments or perhaps just sheer foolishness. This middle-aged man, possessing the same flowing blond hair as a young Hugh, stubbornly and bravely spoke, "Viscount, I have a different opinion. Now, we should prioritize the Grand Migration Plan; everything else is minor. Although my uncle was once controlled by the hateful Spirit Demon Race, it wasn't his fault. If there's blame, we all have it. In these nearly twenty years, he has well fulfilled his duties as the Steering Man of the Mengdu Group. During these years, the Mengdu Group has significantly advanced in biomedical technology; the patents for invented Potion are comparable to the sum of the past nine hundred eighty years! My uncle's contributions can effectively aid the Grand Migration Plan. You can't treat a hero who has burned his life for the Empire like this!"

Ren Zhong's gaze turned over, seemingly somewhat surprised.

A moment later, he smiled, "In a certain sense, you're right. Although the so-called achievements of Mengdu Group are just a brief outbreak after accumulations, and although these so-called achievements are mostly related to the Legion Beast plan and the Tree plan of the Mengdu Group, essentially still serving Li Yang, they are indeed useful. However, I just want to kill him."

Having said that, Ren Zhong spread his hands.

The brave elder of the Augustus family argued with reason, "Viscount, the conflicts between you and my uncle are a thing of the past! And it was all Li Yang's fault!"

Ren Zhong: "The conflict between him and me occurred before Li Yang appeared. Arguing is meaningless. He once tried to kill me, more than once."

The Augustus family elder: "If you want to gain control of the Mengdu Group, why not let him abdicate and go into a slumber? Besides, he's nearly dead! Does this make sense?"

Ren Zhong: "Yes, it will make me feel very happy. I just want him to die alive."

With that said, Ren Zhong snapped his fingers.

In everyone's gaze, the sickbed beneath Hugh Augustus suddenly became active, as the massage instrument originally used to perform physiotherapy to relieve muscle atrophy gradually rose up, covering Hugh's body like quicksand.

Hugh Augustus's eyes were finally no longer murky, seeming to realize what was about to happen.

He widened his eyes, looking at the camera with fear all over his expression.

He opened his mouth wide, seemingly wanting to scream something.

But a thick phlegm surged from his lungs, blocking his throat. He could only let out a series of hoarse wheezes, like a broken bellows.

At this moment, a spiral flexible mechanical arm swiftly extended into his mouth, clearing the phlegm for him.

He could finally let out his roars before dying.

The middle-aged elder of the Augustus family seemed to have realized Ren Zhong's intent, showing a horrified expression, opening his mouth to shout.

But before he could even utter the word "No," Hugh had already shouted with all his remaining strength in life.

"Ren Zhong, you lowly bastard savage! How dare you kill me! Even if I die, I will transform into a malignant stream of information in the universe, dwelling in your nightmares, granting you eternal unrest!"

The next moment, Ren Zhong clenched his fist slightly.

The massage instrument, like quicksand covering Hugh Augustus, abruptly tightened, crushing his head and all the organs and brains within his body.