"What demands do those people outside have?" The Police Department Chief in the Royal Capital looked grave as he sat in his office.
Those natives had somehow learned about the Federal people's demonstrations and protests, and they had even evolved the method.
In the Federation, whenever people held a demonstration or protest, there was always capital backing them—
The reasoning was simple. Those organizing the demonstration had to provide every participant with small gifts, such as slogan-printed shirts, caps, or something else. They also had to provide two meals of fried chicken and beer, and some even gave out money.
Organizing a demonstration of a thousand people cost roughly sixty to a hundred thousand a day. If the scale was any larger, it could not be held without someone's support.
It sounded even more fantastic than the wildest novel, because the logic was this—capitalists spent money supporting workers and the lower classes in demonstrations against capitalists.
But that was how things worked. In the Federation, where "money was truth," no one could even dream of triggering a large-scale demonstration without money.
But here, these people were acting spontaneously. They were more active and self-motivated than those waiting to eat fried chicken and drink beer. Every one of them was waving their arms and shouting furiously, the flames in their angry eyes almost setting the entire world ablaze! Even from a great distance, the Police Department Chief still felt a shiver of fear.
"They demand that we punish the Federal person, make him confess his guilt as well, and deal with him according to the law."
The Armed Police Department Minister was somewhat surprised. "Is that all?"
"Yes, that's all."
The Armed Police Department Minister fell silent for a moment. The people outside were not asking for anything excessive at all.