"...You don't need to take what people are saying online to heart. Leaving aside whether the Devil Race even exists, the universe is so vast—how could they possibly find Tianshui Star? And even if they really did come looking, after surviving so many disasters, would humanity be afraid of one more?"
Zhang Minglu spoke earnestly. Guan Tong was on the other end of the call.
Once the online discourse had begun to ferment, he worried that Guan Tong would feel upset after seeing it. After discussing it with Gao Liangwei, he made the call. It was ostensibly to comfort him, but it was also a statement of position.
A statement that the authorities did not support the online narrative and still recognized his contributions and sacrifices.
"Besides, for this public opinion to blow up so fiercely so quickly, only a fool would believe there wasn't someone manipulating things behind the scenes! I think this isn't just aimed at you—it's aimed at all of North Star. Who knows whether cultists, parasites, or other enemies of humanity are steering it? The UHC is already investigating the internal leak. There should be results soon."
After Zhang Minglu finished his long speech and found the other side silent, he grew slightly anxious. "Guan Tong, are you listening?"
"I am," Guan Tong said.
"Then what do you think...?"
"I understand what Dr. Zhang means. Don't worry, I don't pay much attention to public opinion, much less change my principles because of what others think."
Zhang Minglu breathed a sigh of relief.
What he feared most was Guan Tong acting out of spite and doing something irrational.
But on second thought, although Guan Tong was at an age prone to impulsiveness, after all he had experienced, his psychological maturity had long surpassed that of an ordinary