"The White Ghost attack must be explained to us!"
"How many crimes the Empire has committed without us knowing!"
"The White Ghost cannot sacrifice in vain!"
"Oppose the Sherman family's elite ruling faction!"
"Oppose the Sherman family's elite ruling faction!"
In front of the boarding passage, Yang Ming looked at the crowd gathered in the Space Port hall, listening to the angry roars of thousands of people, feeling a subtle mood.
Although he knew that the current Empire was already in turmoil, truly feeling the power of this resistance, awakened souls, there was always a little bit of subtle feeling in his heart.
Pretty good, keep it up.
Boss Yang raised his hand to touch his mustache, maneuvering through the edges of the crowd with difficulty, finally squeezing onto his flight in the last half-minute before the boarding passage closed.
Goodness, if the protest crowd caused him to miss his flight, that would truly be a bit funny.
"Sir, please show your credentials."
