"What's going on?"
No one could ignore those enormous fireworks, and anyone who understood even a little about the relationship between Piltover and Zaun knew exactly what those words in the sky meant.
Bang!
After their initial shock, the councilors seated below reacted first with anger. They slammed their fists hard against the armrests of their seats and roared, "What are those scum trying to do? They dare cause trouble during the Progress Day celebration? Enforcers? Where are the enforcers?!"
Sheriff Marcus, who was responsible for maintaining order at the venue, was also panic-stricken. Although he had some private dealings with Silco, most of it had only involved helping them smuggle certain goods, or painting a peaceful picture of Zaun in front of Piltover's councilors.
Zaun's independence?
A grand proposition like that was not something a mere sheriff of the enforcers like him could touch.
But now, faced with the councilors' furious shouts and the watching eyes of guests from all over the world, what else could Marcus do?
All he could do was hurriedly gather his men and rush toward the Twin Cities Bridge, the only road connecting the upper city and the Undercity.
With such a serious incident unfolding, Jayce's speech naturally had to be brought to a hasty end, because no one was in the mood to listen to him talk about his invention anymore.
The crowd remained at the Progress Day celebration site, anxiously waiting for a response from the enforcers.
The Twin Cities Bridge.
When Marcus arrived with his enforcers, what he saw was a huge wave of Zaunites of every kind. Their clothes were ragged, but their presence was fierce and aggressive, and what drew the most attention was that every single one of them had strange blue-violet limbs on their bodies,