The brief interlude soon ended.
Faced with surging public outrage, the Alien Races could only swallow their anger.
Especially after learning what Old Ninth had said.
One by one, they got out of their vehicles with their heads hanging and reluctantly walked toward Guotai Min'an.
If they offended anyone else, at worst they could stop dealing with them.
If they offended Old Ninth, even a national leader would have to sleep with one eye open.
It was entirely possible that he might go mad one day, run off to the West, and kill them.
At that moment, the street, only a few hundred meters long, felt as long as a lifetime to the Alien Races.
An inexplicable sense of shame kept them from raising their heads.
It was as though... they were walking naked down the street.
The people on either side wore mocking expressions. Silent ridicule was the deadliest kind.
At the entrance to the square.
Guan Lei stood barring the national leaders' way like a mounted warrior with his saber held crosswise, smiling as he said, "Our Dragon Kingdom is a nation of etiquette. Foreign guests coming to see their hosts... need to be announced."
"Ahem... but... the person responsible for announcing you has diarrhea... Why don't you call out yourselves?"
They were clearly not far from Guotai Min'an.
They could clearly have gone straight in,
Yet he insisted on pulling this stunt, plainly to make things difficult for them.
It also seemed as though he was specifically venting Xiao Gang's anger for him.
In any case, Guan Lei and the guards behind him had no intention of letting them through.
The Alliance's leader and the three Johnsons from the Federation exchanged glances, all looking helpless.
Under someone else's roof, they had no choice but to bow their