Ronan's move drew most people's attention.
After all, ever since Ronan had stepped into this Residential District, he had kept his distance from the main body of its residents.
Even when one incident after another had erupted earlier, he had only directed the surveillance personnel and members of the action team to handle them.
Now that he had acted, never mind those farther away—even the people beside him were quite astonished.
"Team Leader Pu..."
Priest Yu Sen called out subconsciously, but Ronan gave no response. He simply walked, neither hurried nor slow, under the eyes of countless people, onto the Landscape Platform.
In the sky, Priest Yan Gao's expression was cold and calm. She made no sound in any form.
Farther above, the Armed Warship Qingshui began preparing its naval guns according to orders.
Whatever the case, none of it interfered with Ronan for the moment, so he naturally issued orders to the several hundred "Housekeeping Clones" currently on the platform:
"Everyone, stand properly!"
It was a simple, basic order with no difficulty in comprehension, and the current situation would not allow anyone on the platform to turn a deaf ear to it.
The next second, all these "clones" stood at attention.
As for discipline, they certainly had some, but their "factory settings" had erased all military possibilities. Even though they took their stances seriously, they were still far from neat.
Some had straight backs, some were hunched over; some had their feet together, some apart; some had their hands hanging at their sides, some clasped; add in the trembling ones, the ones shedding tears... with all the different combinations, you could find a dozen or more varieties.
To say nothing of formation.
Ronan made no further comment on this. He merely pressed his lips together and said nothing, starting