Ma Xiaoling pondered that these words made sense, thinking that now Ren Zhong had taken over the "network", and even if he left, they could still communicate remotely, so she didn't try to persuade him further.

Who could have imagined that this farewell would be eternal separation?

She never expected that Ren Zhong would personally kill her last blood relative.

"Qingmeng, please go and ask him what he's doing?" Ma Xiaoling gritted her teeth and looked up, turning to Ju Qingmeng beside her, dressed in a red dress, and tugged at Ju Qingmeng's skirt.

Ju Qingmeng lowered her head to look at her, tears streaming down her face, her eyes were red.

Ju Qingmeng had been presiding over affairs at Ren's group for a long time and had gathered her trusted team before leaving, questioning them one by one.

Some wanted to follow, while others felt they lacked the capability to make a meaningful impact on the treacherous Empire in the span of decades, preferring instead to stay on Source Star and manage the base for Ren.

After all, Source Star would no longer be as dark as during the Business Association's rule; in a way, it had become a utopia dreamed of by many.

Indeed, many people yearned for the stable life that was about to come.

So at that time, Ju Qingmeng's team only saw half leave, while the other half stayed.

By now, Ju Qingmeng regretted not being more forceful to make everyone leave together.

She had also contemplated questioning what Ren Zhong was thinking, but all along, she was always so understanding and blindly trusted Ren Zhong, never doubting his decisions, always feeling that there must be a deep meaning behind his actions.

Until now, she witnessed with her own eyes how Ren Zhong personally destroyed everything he had painstakingly created, the civilized Source Star.

All of this happened in an instant, with no time to recover.

Although her heart was bleeding, she still couldn't fully believe it emotionally.

The high-ranking members of the old forces all turned their heads to look at Ren Zhong's former confidants.

Some people's lips slightly curled into a sarcastic expression, but they immediately suppressed their reactions.

Everyone knew that Ren Zhong had varying degrees of valuing individuals.

Ren Zhong would nearly wipe out the Augustus family due to a past conflict with Hugh Augustus, but now ignored Ou Youning who was screaming in the hall.

He was definitely watching, but since that person was still alive, it indicated that these confidants held a different place in his heart, and they couldn't stir trouble.

Unanimously, people from the old forces who weren't close to Ren Zhong quietly made their exits, leaving only members from Ren's group.

But they still received no answers.

Finally, Xiao Xingyue and Hua Yuelan walked over to the weakened Ma Xiaoling, supporting her from both sides.

Xiao Xingyue softly spoke to Ju Qingmeng beside her, "Perhaps... he might not be wrong. What else can we do but trust his decisions, Qingmeng? Let's go."

Ju Qingmeng remained silent for a long time, then softly responded, "I think, even if it's his own decision, he may not feel good about it right now. Alas, let's go."

Ju Qingmeng waved her hand and led everyone out of the hall.

In the back room behind the hall, Ren Zhong leaned his head against the wall, continuously focusing on the projection in front of him.

The projection depicted the scene within the hall.

His hands were in his pockets, his gaze distant, with no joy of a victor, nor the coldness of a dictator, only endless desolation and loneliness.

"Alas, uncle, what are you putting yourself through?"

Sun Ai's voice echoed from the sound system.

Ren Zhong shrugged.

"According to the final information from the old timer's group, the other three forces will soon learn that our Great Migration Fleet is ready. They also know the Mechanical Empire's typical principles, thus will assume we have completed the clearing of the Source Star Colony. Their focus won't be on the abandoned ruins and depleted wasteland of the Source Star System; they won't even bother to look, only placing attention on the fleet. It's possible the Spirit Demon Race has already begun to deploy scouts in advance to respond to this powerful wild kin in exile, but it won't be on Source Star."

"As for the Empire, we will soon reestablish contact with them. We must convince the Empire that I, as the succeeding indigenous administrator, have successfully completed the task. Usually, the Empire wouldn't send someone to investigate as there's no need. Only with a very small probability, one day, an Empire patrol reconnaissance ship or a wanderer from the three major forces will come to this place, causing everything to be exposed, then I would just have to accept my bad luck."