This is our role model!

But that kid was too stupid; he kept holding the phone and got caught red-handed.

"If that's the case, then there's nothing we can do."

"Atli, I know you're impulsive and lack tact, but I never imagined you'd do something as treasonous as insulting the Lungmen Guard Department."

As he spoke, Luo Chen stepped aside and gestured for the Lungmen Guard Department to arrest people at will.

The captain nodded in satisfaction and led his men straight to Atli's seat.

Atli then tossed the phone away as if it were a hot potato, and then shook his head frantically.

"This isn't mine! This isn't mine! This really isn't mine!"

Atli desperately tried to explain, but the Lungmen Guard Department didn't believe him and put their arms around his shoulders.

At this moment, Felix and the others hurriedly stood up to dissuade them:

"Sir, there must be a misunderstanding. There's no need to go to the Lungmen Guard Department."

"This is indeed a misunderstanding. This phone doesn't belong to us; it belongs to Boss Luo, and he was the one who called and cursed at you just now."

"Misunderstand?"

The captain sneered and asked a question, then took out his terminal and played the call that the Technical Department had just recorded.

"I've been fed up with your Lungmen Guard Department for a long time. I'll blow you up when I get the chance."

"It really wasn't me! It was Luo Chen who hit him. Luo Chen hit him too!" Atli continued to argue.

"We'll go back and collect fingerprints from the phone; you don't need to tell us who made the call."

A voice identical to Atli's rang out in the terminal, leaving even Felix and the others speechless.

He could only watch Lungmen Guard Department guards grabbed Atli by the arm and dragged him away, his face filled with terror and despair.

Luo Chen looked at Atli being dragged along and couldn't help but shake his head:

"Absurd, absolutely absurd."

"Didn't he know to wear gloves before doing something like this?"

"Now that he's been caught red-handed, I hope he'll reflect on his actions while he's in jail."

As soon as Luo Chen finished speaking, the entire room seemed to be instantly enveloped in a chilling cold.

The Reunion Movement cadres present all felt a chill run down their spines, causing them to shiver involuntarily.

The people who were still immersed in Atli's tragic experience all turned to look at Luo Chen, their eyes filled with surprise and doubt.

They began to recall Luo Chen's previous actions, especially the fact that he put on gloves before making the call.

"So... that's why Luo Chen wore gloves? But why didn't he remind Atli?"

"Wouldn't that mean..."

Someone in the crowd murmured softly, their voice revealing disbelief and a hint of fear.

But what they didn't know was that even if Atli wore gloves, the assistant who was scolded and cried for the first time might forget to record the conversation.

But Commander Chen will definitely record the second time.

Luo Chen wore gloves simply to avoid leaving fingerprints and causing trouble for Commander Chen.

However, this statement still acted as a fuse, instantly igniting the curiosity and unease in everyone's hearts.

They began to re-examine Luo Chen, trying to find a clue in his calm expression.

But Luo Chen was like an unfathomable lake; no matter how they searched, they could not glimpse the true world within him.

This sudden chill and unease created a sense of inexplicable pressure for everyone present.

They are now beginning to realize that this guy, who allows hundreds of Infected to live a life of luxury and dependence, is no ordinary person.

Luo Chen noticed that the atmosphere around him had suddenly become heavy.

Everyone's faces were ashen, and they remained silent, as if enveloped by an invisible pressure.

He knew the atmosphere was not harmonious, so he decided to take the initiative to ease the tension.

He smiled slightly, his face radiating a gentle and kind smile, and said softly:

"It's a perfectly good summit, everyone, please don't be so tense."

"As a united and friendly organization, it's a rare opportunity for us to get together. We should cherish this moment and feel happy and fulfilled."

Upon hearing this, everyone forced awkward smiles.

Someone was just arrested, and the people who started all this are just laughing it off.

Please, there's no laughing matter in this situation.

Seeing that everyone was still not getting into the right mood, Luo Chen suggested that they move on to the next activity.

-- Make a declaration of loyalty to the Reunion Movement and put into practice the plan to root out the mole.

"Fellow countrymen, I believe that before we can expose the Empire's spies, the first thing we must do is to solidify our resolve and reach a consensus."

"I propose that we now jointly insult the Emperor of the Empire."

"In the process of this insult, see who isn't genuinely enjoying it."

Luo Chen's gaze swept over everyone, and he smiled mischievously:

"I'll start."

"Fyodor Vladimirovich, eat shit!"

"Ready, go!"

With Luo Chen's wave, everyone in the audience repeated his words Fyodor Luo Chen, eat shit!"

"Not enough force, keep going! Fyodor Vladimirovich..."

"Eat shit!"

"Cheer up, Fyodor Vladimirovich..."

"Eat shit!"

Under Luo Chen's hand gestures, which resembled those of an experienced musician, the initially somewhat reserved group gradually began to get into the zone.

At first, people just cautiously and quietly repeated it.

However, as Luo Chen's hand gestures moved, that subtle sense of rhythm gradually took root in everyone's hearts.

They began to express their thoughts more confidently, and their voices gradually became firm and powerful.

The entire room seemed to be ignited by an invisible passion, and people began to feel excited.

The crowd's emotions were completely ignited; they shouted and laughed loudly, as if trying to leave all their troubles and worries behind.

Luo Chen was also immersed in this joy, his face beaming with a satisfied and gratified smile.

"Eat shit! Eat shit!"

"Fyodor Vladimirovich!"

"Eat shit! Eat shit! Eat shit!"

However, some people are unable to integrate and feel as if a horse has died.

In their minds, Luo Chen's horse had already died countless times.

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"Eat shit! Eat shit!"

In that fervent and highly brainwashing atmosphere of catharsis.

It was as if the whole world was surrounded by this passion, with every note and every beat surging like a tidal wave, irresistible to all.

Nearby residents, hearing the chorus of hundreds of Reunion Movement inside the store, also went to the square to listen.

After confirming that the other party was insulting the emperor of Ursus, and not some high-ranking official of Lungmen.

They confidently joined in the chorus.

That's human nature; when everyone is doing something, we can't help but imitate them.

However, amidst the bustling scene that resounded throughout the square, Luo Chen's keen eyes spotted a few discordant notes.

He noticed that Lermontov and his companions looked unusually somber.

His voice was weak and feeble.

This stood in stark contrast to the cheerful laughter and merriment around them.

Their brows were furrowed, and their eyes revealed an indescribable melancholy and unease, as if they were bound by some invisible pressure.

Luo Chen knew that in such an occasion, everyone should let go of their burdens and fully enjoy the joy.

Those who can't let go of their burdens should think about what those burdens actually are.

So, he smiled and walked over to Lermontov and the others, saying in a relaxed and cheerful tone:

"Friends, look at the atmosphere around us, it's so lively!"

Why aren't you laughing?

"Don't you dare to curse the Emperor of Ursus?"

Under Luo Chen's sarcasm, the crowd, who were originally immersed in the enthusiastic atmosphere, began to notice something unusual.

Although Luo Chen's voice wasn't loud, it was loud enough for everyone around him to hear clearly.

Those who had been immersed in laughter stopped singing and their eyes involuntarily focused on Lermontov.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, with only Luo Chen's mocking voice echoing in the air.

Lermontov felt a strange pressure and was thinking of what to say.

Felix laughed first:

"How could that be? We were just a little tired from laughing and were just taking a break."

Lermontov and the others immediately realized what was happening and echoed his sentiments:

"That's right, my face hurts a little from laughing."

"What's there to be afraid of cursing that damned emperor Ursus? I curse him three times a day, once in the morning, once at noon, and once in the evening."

"That's right, me too."

"Hahaha."

Felix and the others laughed, and Luo Chen laughed along with them.

He chuckled twice, a playful smile playing on Luo Chen lips.

"Fellow countrymen, it seems these brothers truly hate the Emperor of Ursus, otherwise they wouldn't be cursing him three times in one day."

"Yes, yes." Felix nodded with a smile.

Luo Chen continued:

"It's a good thing that our Reunion Movement has such steadfast comrades who hate the Empire. If every member of the Reunion Movement could be like these gentlemen..."

"With three daily insults against Ursus, how can the Reunion Movement not be united?"

"I believe we should take these brothers as an example of how we should insult the dog emperor."

They were all coaxed by Luo Chen.

Lermontov felt a sudden pang of panic.

This scene reminded him of what happened a month ago.

Before Luo Chen kicked him out of the Reunion Movement, he first flattered him and then embarrassed him.

Will the Sword Tomb continue doing this?