The Angsa hunters exchanged glances, and a few seconds later, a slightly chubby man with golden curls suddenly raised his arms excitedly, "If we can get hold of this embryo, wouldn't that make the Hezhong States great again?!"
"Donald, have you lost your mind?" the "Wall Brother" said with a grim face, "It's already been over 4,700 years since the Yellow Calendar, why are you still obsessed with that miserable country?"
"Don's ancestors were presidents, he's still dreaming of restoring the glory of his forebears!" another hunter said with biting sarcasm, "Ha! If this information is true... not just one Hezhong States, you could even aim to become the king of humanity, it probably wouldn't be much of a challenge."
As soon as these words were spoken, the group fell silent.
Even the person who spoke them was struck dumb.
King of humanity... When such words aren't uttered as a joke, their meaning shifts entirely.
