A storm of public opinion had suddenly turned into a massive demonstration, and the inexplicable demonstration had spread into chaos amid a sudden attack.
At last, with the explosions, it escalated into a genuine riot.
Throughout this process, those trying to fish in troubled waters, those organizing the march, those calling for participation, those launching the attacks, and even those who finally lit the fuse were not the same people at all.
It was not even just one faction, or one organization.
Whether it was a case of many hands making light work or a rabble proving utterly useless, in any case, the storm Huai Shi had been secretly pushing for so long had finally become an uncontrollable tidal wave.
Inside Eternal Paradise's bottle, stagnant water had begun to ripple. Every drop of water had even developed the illusion that it was a towering wave.
But returning to reason after the soap bubble burst was one thing.
Before that, were people not allowed to join the revelry?
The bursting gates were the most obvious signal.
As though Halloween had followed immediately after Christmas, once the chaotic crowds flooded into the upper district, everyone fell into a nearly hallucinatory frenzy.
They did not know what they wanted to do, or where they wanted to go, but that was fine. Shouting slogans and following the crowd was enough.
The magnificent world and lavish buildings they could once only glimpse on television were now within reach. The jewelry and merchandise in the display windows were separated from them by only a layer of glass so thin it was almost invisible.
Within arm's reach.
When pairs of bloodshot eyes saw their own reflections in one another's pupils, a simple, direct realization rose in their hearts.
They could not help but grin viciously.
"Deploy the