After ending the call, Brian dialed Dean, summarizing the situation briefly.
On the other end of the phone, Dean said, "How long have you been back, and you've already slaughtered tens of thousands of people?"
He expressed his concern, "Brian, don't become a slave to power."
Hearing this, Brian smiled a little, "Don't worry, like I said, my 'Disaster' only befalls the sinners. Those people, I don't know how many of their own kind they've fed to monsters; they hardly count as human."
"Figure it out yourself," Dean was a veteran.
He knew that once a person gained enough power, there would be a period of expansion.
Dean planned to deal with his own mundane activities and then use his fists to shatter the inflation Brian carried, showing him what father-in-law's care meant.
The efficiency of the Holy Council was fast.
Just over an hour after Brian had confirmed his decision, a transport helicopter descended onto the rooftop of the B6 team's office building.
