"So in the end, it was a false alarm?" Ronan curled his fingers and bent his elbow, slowly lowering his suspended body. His tone remained as calm as ever.
Bamboo Pole's voice came through Six Ears. "Wei Wu is at the Welfare Institute and hasn't lost contact with the camp. Dean Wan still has a good reputation over there. Of course, the Parade Convoy has been fairly restrained so far."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"It's still trouble for you." Bamboo Pole briefed him on the current situation. "This Parade Convoy has already set up camp in City Hall Square. The government's side is relatively calm for now, but citizens highly sensitive to Aberration Infection are practically losing their minds. Scattered conflicts have already broken out, and things will only get worse."
"The central district is still more than ten kilometers from here."
"The problem is, all the chaos caused by Aberration Infection prevention policies can be pinned on you. Yes, it's that screwed up. And it's happening in Xia City, your home turf. Whether in public opinion or the relevant evaluations, you'll be in a very passive position."
"All right, that's true."
The Global Census had always been an extremely sensitive undertaking, tangled up with complex interests, positions, and real-world conflicts. Many people absolutely did not want Ronan's plan to proceed.
They did not oppose it to his face because they were intimidated by the absurdly overwhelming strength Ronan had displayed and did not want to smash their heads against him head-on. But given any chance to delay or obstruct things, spread insinuations, or trip him up, they certainly would not hold back.
Ronan had considered this issue long ago, but it was not something he could control, nor was it a priority deserving of his limited energy. Knowing