Marty knew perfectly well that he was taking his anger out on others.
He knew that anger was utterly unjustified.
As the saying went, ignorance was no crime.
The Marshal's fate was unknown, and if that news were made public... the consequences would be unimaginable.
Yet Marty still could not contain his towering rage. When he saw everyone celebrating the Thanksgiving Festival, blissfully unaware, that rage turned to hatred.
What did these bloodsuckers know?
The Marshal had given them abundant material comforts.
From the moment Xianzhou natives were born, they never had to worry about food, clothing, housing, or transportation.
They never had to worry about money, nor toil to afford homes and starskiffs. Every ten years, the Xianzhou distributed a massive subsidy. Even without jobs, they could live comfortably and set off on spontaneous interstellar trips whenever they pleased.
Xianzhou natives needed only their Jade Abacus or identification documents to travel freely through the Starsea.
It was thanks to the Marshal that they could live with such freedom and ease.
Yet now, Xianzhou natives had completely forgotten the leader they ought to thank most.
The hatred in Marty's heart soon turned to helplessness.
Strictly speaking, he was not a Xianzhou native. Only after meeting the Marshal and earning her recognition had he joined the Xianzhou Alliance, bringing his Home Planet with him.
He understood the Marshal and knew how partial she was to Xianzhou natives.
Thus, Marty could not even vent his hatred at these people.
The Marshal would be angry.
But surely she wouldn't mind if he only thought about it?
After all, an old Xianzhou saying went: judge people by their deeds, not their thoughts; judged by thoughts, no one was perfect.
He was only thinking about it. He had not acted on anything.
Marty knew the