The Blue Armbands regained control of the situation.
The chaotic noise gradually died down.
The giant screens on the surrounding glass curtain walls suddenly split into upper and lower halves.
The lower half still showed a live broadcast of the monster hunters searching the black market warehouse.
But the upper half changed to Gu Dongcheng's face—veins bulging, jaw muscles knotted, filled with fury, yet seeming all the calmer for it.
Meng Chao saw several Blue Armbands aiming their cameras at Gu Dongcheng.
They were all using professional shoulder-mounted equipment. Multiple angles, multiple cameras; some people were even handling post-production and data maintenance on-site, ensuring that Gu Dongcheng's voice and image kept pace with the monster hunters' progress and could be transmitted in real time to everyone present—and through the network, to all of Dragon City.
Ai Lei had been right.
These were all professionals.
The Blue Alliance had come prepared.
"Throughout all this time, Dragon City's Mid-Low Level Superhumans—especially Mid-Low Level Superhumans like us, born poor and without influence or backing—have always suffered from a shortage of cultivation resources. The resources that sustain our power were either routinely out of stock or priced sky-high, so expensive that even selling everything we owned would not let us afford them."
Gu Dongcheng spoke slowly.
His voice suddenly changed from slightly shrill to low and forceful, brimming with a compelling authority.
He was utterly unlike the somewhat naïve, somewhat stubborn engineer Meng Chao remembered.
It seemed that during the year Meng Chao had spent fighting and struggling through Turanze, no one back in Dragon City had been idle. Everyone had marched forward with their heads held high upon their own paths, growing to varying degrees.
"Originally, we accepted the explanations given by the Superhuman Tower and the manufacturers of Gene Serums. We believed