Lin Feng knew that he had touched too many people's interests during this period.
Looking at the newspaper in his hands, Lin Feng sighed.
A periodical or newspaper bought casually from the roadside had ninety-nine percent of its content devoted to criticizing his plan from every angle—things like "Our children are not the Wallfacer's test subjects," "The harm game pods cause to the human body," and "The Ten Greatest Dangers Virtual Games Pose to Humanity"...
The content that had once filled newspapers had been squeezed into the corners, occupying a tiny area of barely one percent of the whole page. It was truly pitiful to the extreme.
The noise outside the estate killed Lin Feng's mood to keep reading.
He put down the newspaper, summoned a maid, and questioned her with some displeasure.
"Why has my estate lately become a place where anyone can just come and protest? How are you handling security? This is where I live, not some public marketplace."
Lin Feng was not afraid of the people outside protesting. They had no ability to force their way in.
As the protests became more frequent, Lin Feng had called in a U.S. military unit to station at the estate. It was fine if the people outside did not rush in, but if they did, there would be grounds to shoot them on the spot.
The maid answered awkwardly, "They are all civilians. They have families. Many of them are parents. If they are harmed, many families will be torn apart, and many children will lose their parents and become orphans. They only came here for their children..."
The CIA was also in a difficult position. These people had come to cause trouble for the sake of their children. If force was used, public opinion would inevitably worsen further,