Huai Shi.
King of Tanba.
At this moment, before everyone's eyes, he sat at the intersection, watching them.
Even after repeatedly confirming it through his confidants, William still could not believe it.
Only one person?
There really was only one person standing forward, blocking the increasingly uncontrollable mob... What did he intend to do? Turn the tide? Calm the public only now, at this point?
Who did he think he was?
What foolish wishful thinking!
Or did he intend to kill every single participant?
That would have an even greater impact than the demonstration itself!
Did he want to personally destroy the Tanba he had created?
Stunned, William instinctively looked back, confirming the presence of his protectors among the crowd behind him. He subconsciously took another step back and signaled his subordinates to cover his escape later.
He had no intention of living and dying alongside this bunch of cannon fodder.
More people had already begun stirring up the crowd, shouting all manner of slogans and pushing everyone forward.
Yet this time, no matter how they secretly incited and shouted, the boiling crowd could no longer advance—as though an invisible iron wall had emerged before them, blocking their path.
An imperceptible chill spread outward, freezing the spreading flames.
Before those eyes.
Then, a deep voice rang out.
Though it was so low, at that moment it seemed like the resonance of heaven and earth, making the entire city erupt with omnipresent echoes. It was as though the city itself had begun to murmur solemnly, carrying its words to everyone's ears.
"Perhaps some of you still do not know who I am."
The man seated in the chair looked down at the tide of people before him and told them, "My name is Huai Shi. I am, presumably, the one you