Meanwhile, people were naturally cursing those sanctimonious bitches on the other side. It was because of people like them that the government spent their tax money on immigrants.
Illegal immigrants sucked away your hard-earned money while stealing your jobs.
And alien hillbillies like the Flaxans deserved to die!
After scrolling for less than a minute, Nolan could barely stand to look anymore.
Before Viltrumite indoctrination had completely taken hold, he had even entertained a thought:
Could it be that we don't even need to reveal the map? Would just standing there be enough to scare them into infighting?
With countless thoughts running through his mind, he still comforted his daughter on the surface.
"Relax. He's the guy who fought your old man all the way to the moon."
He also had something to say about the comments section.
"When dealing with invaders, we have both the right and the duty to act this way. The Flaxans had been plotting this for a long time. This is necessary deterrence."
"Marcia, if you become a hero, you'll face situations like this too."
Nolan shamelessly finished his speech.
Invaders, plotting for a long time... Hah, who knew who he was talking about.
But the next moment, he regretfully slammed his thigh in fury.
He had actually defended Leon!
Wasn't this a perfect opportunity to help Marcia see the evil Viltrumite brat for what he was? How had I let it slip away?
But seeing the relieved expression on his daughter's face, Nolan swallowed his words.
Sigh. Keeping Earth Breeding Experiment Subject No. 1 in a good state of mind will help her grow up healthy and awaken her superpowers.
This is for the Empire too.
At that moment, Debbie walked over and placed a hand on her husband's shoulder.
She, too, came to