"White Lord, the Investigation Bureau has received another batch of recruits. They've blocked the entrance and are demanding that we hand over Huo Zheng." Holding a communicator, Wu De stood ramrod straight as he delivered his respectful report.
A voice sounded different when speaking while seated than when standing. With his chest expanded while upright, his breathing was steadier and his voice clearer.
What came across was not only a clearer tone, but also an unmistakable show of respect.
A flicker of delight appeared in Bai Ye's eyes. Another batch of cannon fodder?
"How many protesters are there?"
"More than fifty, approximately. The number is still growing, and more people are arriving. White Lord, I suspect the first fifty or so were acting under someone's instructions.
"The Mechanical God Cult's ultimatum was issued only recently, and ordinary citizens know very little about Huo Zheng's situation. Yet they came to the Investigation Bureau so quickly. Someone must be organizing them from behind the scenes."
Bai Ye immediately grinned. He did not care who was directing them from behind the scenes. They were all excellent recruits.
These people were all fired up with righteous indignation in the city. They would surely be quite brave once they reached the battlefield.
Ever since the Mechanical God Cult killed the four Apocalypse Directors, Dawn City had long since descended into chaos, truly embodying the meaning of troubles both within and without.
All sorts of schemers had emerged, hoping to profit from the turmoil, while those brainless fools were used as Spear.
Compared to bad people, fools were actually more detestable.
You could speak of morality and law to bad people. Bad people knew they were bad, too. But fools committed evil without realizing it. They mingled among good people and often did things that pained