Screech!
With a sharp screech, those black Red Flag Limousines cut horizontally between the crowd and Ito Yūgorō, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The car doors opened almost simultaneously.
More than ten elite bodyguards dressed in black suits and wearing earpieces quickly got out and secured the vehicle in the middle.
Immediately after, a middle-aged man in a dark suit with slicked-back hair and gold-rimmed glasses walked down from the car with a dark expression.
Behind him followed a short, fat Eastern Japan man with an arrogant look on his entire face.
The moment the man in gold-rimmed glasses got out of the car, he didn't even look at the surrounding veterans and masses.
Swish!
His gaze locked directly onto Yue Xiaofei, who was standing on the steps—or rather, it locked onto the mask on Yue Xiaofei's face.
"Absurd! Simply absurd!"
Stretching out a finger from over a dozen meters away, he pointed at Yue Xiaofei and scolded him imperiously, brimming with official prestige.
"Who gave you the nerve?!"
"Gathering a mob to make trouble here, openly kidnapping and humiliating foreign friends?!"
This sudden scene abruptly cut off the tsunami-like roar of voices in the square.
Everyone froze, looking at those black limousines that had suddenly broken in, and at the middle-aged man who had stepped out with full official airs and started shouting loudly.
Who was he?
By what right did he speak like that?
Yet that middle-aged man in glasses didn't care at all about the angry and puzzled gazes of the surrounding crowd.
He straightened his tie, pulled a document out of his briefcase, waved it in the air, and spoke with a voice full of unquestionable majesty.
"My name is Mei Liangxing, and I am the director of the Foreign Affairs Department!"