Why did you provoke me?

Under the watchful eyes of the two people, Yu Meng delivered the message that Nian Nian had sent.

"The number of aliens in the second battlefield has also decreased."

"Sigh, looks like there's going to be more trouble." The cripple sighed.

"Isn't reducing it a good thing?" Yu Meng pretended not to understand, even though she knew the truth.

"You really think so?" The long-haired man couldn't believe that Yu Meng's IQ was so low.

"Then tell me, what's the reason?" Yu Meng spread her hands, acting like a rogue. "You know my family is ordinary, and I'm young."

"It's not that we don't want to say, it's just that we have no evidence," the lame man said helplessly, taking a sip of water before explaining.

"Guessing is fine too. Just give me a general direction." Yu Meng didn't mind at all.

"Normally, when one Xenomorph mother dies, another will quickly emerge. But before that, the Xenomorphs should riot, multiply wildly, fight, and create chaos. Then they'll decide who ultimately belongs to which. But now, the situation is clearly different, so we can't draw that conclusion." The long-haired man began, speaking at length. "These things are documented."

The cripple was also full of doubt. "The Jing family's alien mother is dead, and now there are these anomalies on the battlefield."

Just then, Yu Meng's communication bell rang again. She glanced at it; it was a message from Nangong Tianshou of the Fourth Battlefield: "The number of aliens on the battlefield is rapidly decreasing. Is something big about to happen?"

"News has also come from the Fourth Front: their aliens are disappearing rapidly." Yu Meng said, then looked at the two of them.

"You need to provide me with specific information so I can judge whether this is a blessing or a curse." Yu Meng looked at the two of them very seriously. "You must understand that there are many people on the battlefield right now, and my decision will determine their lives."

No sooner had he finished speaking than another message came from Nangong Tianjing: "Should we send more men? And should we control the number of personnel assigned to the battlefield?"

The long-haired man put down his water glass. "What is it now?"

"Many industries in Jingchuan rely on Xenomorphs as their main ingredient. If Xenomorphs were to disappear, it would have a huge impact on Jingchuan. They asked me if we should send more people."

"There are plenty of people in the Underworld," the cripple interjected.

"That's not the point," Yu Meng emphasized. "Even if we manage to control all the Xenomorphs, we can't last more than a few years. Besides, if the Xenomorphs disappear, all the diseases caused by them will also disappear."

"Yu Meng makes a lot of sense. If the aliens disappear, the effects they caused will also disappear completely in 10 years."

"Yu Meng, what exactly do you want to know from us?" The cripple was a little confused; he really didn't understand what Yu Meng meant.

Yu Meng took a deep breath, Jingyi's words lingering in her mind.

"I want to know, where will the second Xenomorph mother appear? The current Xenomorphs have mysteriously disappeared; could they one day return?"

The lame man and the long-haired man exchanged a glance; they understood Yu Meng's concerns. But they couldn't solve Yu Meng's problem.

Seeing them sitting there, drinking that bland boiled water, Yu Meng felt a surge of admiration.

"Could you two give me some pointers? What should I do now?" Yu Meng asked tentatively.

"Yu Meng," the long-haired man spoke, "if you want to ask about other things, I can say a few words. But this decision is really not something we can interfere with."

The lame man nodded in agreement, "Our views are different, and we have different attitudes toward human life, so there's really no way I can offer any advice."

Okay, I knew they were cunning.

Yu Meng blinked. "But right now, in these four battlefields, I'm just the master in private; on the surface, I'm still part of the Chen family."

The long-haired man couldn't sit still any longer. "Yu Meng, you can't do this. The Chen family's strength can't withstand the weight of this place."

"That's still better than Jingchuan. Jingchuan is made up of a bunch of useless people that nobody wants. I reached out and fixed them up because I was kind. But I can't use them to fill such a huge hole."

"Yu Meng, Yan Dian is also in your hands. You can do whatever you want with him."

Yu Meng scoffed, "Didn't you give it all to me? Are you going back on your word, or are you trying to drag Yan Dian down with you?"

The cripple chuckled, "I keep my word. You have full authority. I just said something pointless."

The long-haired man realized that Yu Meng probably already had a plan. She was waiting, waiting for them to ask, waiting for them to take over this ticking time bomb.

He had thought it through, but he didn't want to accept it. So, he lowered his head and pretended to be a quail.

Whether the cripple genuinely didn't understand or was pretending, he saw the long-haired man keeping his head down and remaining silent, so he asked directly.

"The one with the long hair, has the Chen family really relinquished control of the alien battlefield?"

Yu Meng smiled.

"There are still some things that haven't been dealt with." The long-haired man sighed. "I gave the Chen family their initial chance, but their foundation is too weak. If there is a real alien backlash, they won't be of much use."

The long-haired man was telling the truth, and Yu Meng agreed.

"But why don't we find the source of all this?" Yu Meng said, sharing her thoughts.

Both of them looked at Yu Meng. "Who are you looking for?"

"Go find the forces that killed the alien mother. It's not because they didn't take good care of that thing that we have the current anomaly."

You said they lost so many Bone Painters, only to feed the Xenomorph Mother to death. Ask them if this was a premeditated plan to reduce the number of native Bone Painters, thus achieving their goal of enslaving this world.

The long-haired man coughed for a while before stopping. "Yu Meng, we really don't have that intention."

Yu Meng rolled her eyes at him. "Who said 'you guys'? We're on the same team now, you forgot?"

"Then who should we look for?" the lame man asked.

Yu Meng frowned. "You really didn't know?"

Both of them shook their heads at the same time.

Yu Mengxin was exhausted. "To be honest, when you all came here, weren't you all scammed?"

When asked about this, both of them lowered their heads and remained silent.

Yu Meng slammed her hand on the table. "I was right!"

Silence is the theme now!

Yu Meng decided to change the subject. "Now that the Xenomorph Mother is dead, your plans have failed. And the people who come looking for you will definitely try to pin the blame on you again. What are your plans?"

"I don't know," the lame man was the first to speak.

"So your mission is to cultivate this alien mother?" Yu Meng asked without giving the cripple a chance to react.

"You know," the cripple said without arguing this time.

With the alien mother dead, it's still unknown whether the crystal core inside has been conceived or not; they can't possibly have another century to live.

Although rumors circulated that the Jing family patriarch had stolen the crystal, their informants confirmed that the patriarch was indeed dead. Therefore, whether the crystal core actually existed or not, nobody knew for sure.

They were also angry, having put in so much effort only to end up with nothing.