Inside the Fleeting Starlight bar.
Under the dim lighting, Yan Huan was tied into a zongzi with hemp rope and rudely thrown into the corner of the bar.
The rest of the group went about their business, while March 7th brought a small stool and sat down beside Yan Huan.
You guy, looks like we can't let you run around freely before the banquet ends.
I'm fighting for the legitimate rights and interests of the people!
With only his head exposed, Yan Huan said indignantly:
A person's craving for water is extreme when they are dying of thirst, but could that be a reason for unscrupulous merchants to sell water for a million?
If everyone acted like this, the entire galaxy would turn into a living hell.
You living hell your head. March 7th narrowed her eyes:
When is a bad time to stir up trouble, yet you had to pick this exact juncture.
Please, the Grand Symphony Ceremony is about to begin, how many people are watching here?
I'm begging you to do us a favor, can you spare the people here?
If you want to protect consumer rights, you have to pick a good time too. Since you have that leisure, why don't you go clear the Stellaron Hunter's name? Why don't you bring down the prices of Penacony's hotels?
I think you urgently need a good cooling-off period. I'm going to find Sister Himeko first, so you just stay right here.
After dropping those harsh words, March 7th left the small stool, leaving only Yan Huan in the corner of the bar with his passion burning undiminished.
Looks like the road to revolution is still very long.
As a justice ambassador in the universe, he naturally would not allow injustice to exist in the world.
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