The Bei River Patrol left in a hurry. They might not have liked Shen Cong talking like a leader. But the Southern Theater Command hadn't been in contact with the outside world for a long time, and survivors arriving from elsewhere was a big deal.

Brother Jing carried the patrol away.

The moment it was gone, Brother Dao popped out of Car One and piped up in protest. "Outrageous! My name is Brother Dao, and I'm a space hero. And that little yellow donkey over there has the nerve to call itself Brother Jing!"

Once it was done fuming, it turned to Shen Cong. "You always take your pants off to fart. Just give them my great name, Brother Dao, and that settles everything. But no, you have to make me hide, going on about keeping an ace up your sleeve. I'm so strong I'm not scared of anything anywhere. And anyway, you're only a teeny bit stronger than me!"

Shen Cong ignored Brother Dao's yapping.

He was far less guarded these days than he used to be. In the old days he would watch in secret for a long time, until he knew both the other side and himself, before he made contact with another power.

It was only because his strength was off the charts now, and because he had made the aliens enemy number one,

that he could face other powers this openly.

Wide as the world was, a particle-grade could roam it at will!

Still, when all was said and done, the Southern Theater Command had 790,000 people. There was no guarantee it didn't have particle-grade evolved individuals, so he still had to be careful. Evolutionary miracles could be found everywhere. Shen Cong wasn't the only one who could master them.

Of course, none of that needed explaining to a dog.

"Either you go chase after the four-legged dragon and Yellow Great-Immortal and play with them, or you stay put in the car until I've dealt with everything. Then you can come out." Shen Cong snapped at Brother Dao without the least courtesy. He had the…