"This riot saw 1,232 shops in District 9 smashed and looted."
"521 innocent civilians died, including 52 children under the age of twelve."
"Of the 521 innocent civilians who died, 189 were women, and 181 had been assaulted before their deaths."
"A total of 3,917 people were injured."
Jiang Hao swept his gaze over them again, his voice growing colder, like the temperature on Earth's surface at that moment. "You people were all involved in this. What right do you have to demand terms or human rights from me?"
"Now, you only have two choices. Either wait for the Management Committee to take you away, or start a riot in the Sheriff's Office, get suppressed by me, and be shot dead. Which will you choose?"
The rioters in the cages all kept their mouths shut. Not one of them dared to speak, because they knew that the young man before them truly could do it. He had done it before.
Jiang Hao snorted disdainfully. So they were just a bunch of cowards afraid of death. He turned to the sheriff's deputies beside him, who were looking at him with admiration, and ordered, "If anyone disrupts the order of the Sheriff's Office again, treat it as a prison riot and escape attempt."
"Yes!"
The sheriff's deputies immediately answered loudly.
The Sheriff's Office was extremely quiet afterward. No one dared to speak, and even their breathing was kept as quiet as possible. Several more hours passed before someone finally broke the silence. The Management Committee had arrived and taken over the rioters.
District 9 finally returned to peace.
After more than ten consecutive hours, Jiang Hao felt somewhat exhausted as well. After arranging for people to stand watch, he returned home.
"Brother, you're back." Jiang Yan's face lit up with joy when