In the top-floor business hall of the Empire State Building, people screamed and roared like restless beasts.
These well-dressed socialites, these noble figures of the Federation's upper class, now had bloodshot eyes one after another as they put forward all kinds of demands.
Only a small portion still remained restrained and calm, and with their wealth of experience, they consciously kept their distance from those who had already lost their minds.
Azu looked down below. These people were as frantic as ants on a hot pan.
They had already thrown so-called upbringing, poise, and reason to the back of their minds.
The sight made Azu find it laughable.
Then he burst into loud laughter.
His booming laughter drowned out every other sound.
Azu laughed so hard he clutched his stomach, pointing at the people below as he said, "Protect you?"
"The moment you walked into this hall, you were already outside my protection."
"After all, you chose to support Olga Company. What right do you have to ask me to protect you?"
"Besides."
"Have you forgotten who's inside those suits of armor?"
"They're soldiers."
"They're the people who were supposed to protect you."
"Now they're hostages, just like you."
"And you actually want me to kill them."
Though Joel from the Security Bureau was red in the face, he still shouted, "We don't want to do this either."
"But right now, this is the most rational choice!"
"Our status and position are ten thousand times nobler and more important than soldiers'!"
"You can't just stand by and watch us die here."
"So kill them!"
Immediately, many people shouted in agreement, "Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
Just then, two golden beams descended from the sky and swept across Joel.
Then they swept through the people who had been shouting the loudest.
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