I can find treasures in my dreams.

For the next 24 hours, Laba witnessed history firsthand.

The accidental shooting death of a lower-class protester plunged the streets into chaos.

Laba had expected the protesters to scatter in fear, but the reality surprised him greatly.

The protesters immediately reacted and began a series of actions.

"Raj was killed by the army."

"Protect Raj's body."

A group of protesters immediately surrounded the body, preventing anyone from approaching.

"Hand over the murderer!"

"Murderers must pay with their blood!"

The remaining protesters, shouting angrily, rushed over and surrounded the armored vehicles.

The soldiers immediately tensed up, raising their guns to point at the civilians and shouting warnings such as "Don't come any closer" and "Everyone back off."

This scene looks quite frightening.

Laba sensed something was wrong and urged the driver, "Drive faster, get out of here right now!"

The driver was quick-witted; he pressed the accelerator hard with his right foot, and the vehicle shot forward, leaving the chaos behind.

Laba breathed a huge sigh of relief.

He glanced back and realized that the protesters were not the rabble he had imagined, but rather a highly organized group with surprisingly great courage.

He suddenly had a feeling that the Peacock Administrative Region probably wouldn't last much longer.

After returning home.

Laba rested for a while and was about to take a shower, but a news article that popped up on his phone caught his attention.

"Thousands of protesters surrounded the District of Columbia Defense Headquarters, demanding severe punishment for the murderer, and more protesters are gathering."

He clicked on the news and immediately saw a picture.

The street in front of the National Defense Agency was packed with people, each protester holding up a small yellow flag and seemingly shouting angrily.

Laba was a little taken aback.

How long has it been, and so many protesters have already been organized?

This is at least ten times more efficient than the official efficiency of this administrative region!

He suddenly remembered something: "Right, if the Peacock District really disintegrates, the district's financial market will probably collapse, right?"

Although the Great Britain region is a global financial center, with companies listed in Great Britain accounting for more than 60% of the total market capitalization of the global stock market—a truly staggering proportion—most districts still retain their own stock exchanges to provide financing channels for companies within their jurisdictions.

There is a stock exchange in Dexin, the capital of the Peacock District.

Laba had an account on the exchange where he had bought shares in some domestic companies, though he hadn't thought of it before.

The screen flickered and displayed the stock page.

Laba glanced at it and immediately sensed something was terribly wrong.

Almost all... no, not almost all, all stocks are plummeting.

This means that even if they wanted to sell it now, there probably wouldn't be anyone willing to buy it.

He instantly realized that there were quite a few smart people who all understood that the local government was simply powerless to cope and that the disintegration of the Peacock District was only a matter of time.

Laba couldn't help but curse, "Damn it!"

He then opened a booking app and tried to book a flight to another administrative region.

Since a larger storm is anticipated to sweep through the Peacock District, the safest course of action is to leave the district as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, he was still too slow.

Not only today, but also the tickets for tomorrow and the day after are sold out.

Laba panicked even more.

This precisely proves that his judgment was completely correct.

"Om~"

The phone vibrated again.

Another message popped up: "Breaking! Multiple shootings occurred in front of the Defense Headquarters, with suspected casualties among protesters!"

"Om~"

The third message followed: "The situation continues to escalate! More than 300,000 protesters are gathering, and a small number of protesters have thrown Molotov cocktails at the Defense Agency."

Laba watched the news and suddenly felt it was all a bit unreal.

Good heavens! They've started fighting already?!
He jumped up and rushed out of the house, intending to rush to the supermarket to buy supplies.

Things have developed to this point, and the chaos is unlikely to stop anytime soon. The most important thing is to stockpile as many supplies as possible. Unfortunately, we live in the information age; what he can think of, everyone else can too.

Laba struggled immensely, sweating profusely as he squeezed through the supermarket, but only managed to snag enough food for less than ten days.

What's most infuriating is that the supermarket actually raised prices on the spot, increasing food prices fivefold in one go.

Laba cursed inwardly, but there was nothing he could do.

He missed Daxia more and more. If the Peacock District had Daxia's management level, how could this have happened?

Anyone who arbitrarily raises the price of necessities will be dealt with by the authorities within five minutes!

Upon returning home, Laba discovered that the situation had escalated further.

The authorities mobilized a large number of troops to seal off the city and ordered everyone to go home, or face severe punishment.

But the protesters ignored this, and instead, more and more lower-class civilians left their homes and marched toward the government district where government offices were concentrated.

According to conservative estimates, the total number has reached 600 million.

This already represents 30% of the population of Dexin City.

The pictures show that the protesters are lined up in neat rows, each holding a small yellow flag, with almost no stragglers in sight.

"Om~"

More news has arrived.

This time, the information concerns the official sources of the Human Rights Alliance: "The Human Rights Alliance Chief, Mr. Raven, has personally issued instructions that, given the highly tense situation in the Peacock District, if a catastrophic event occurs in the Peacock District resulting in the deaths of a large number of civilians, the Human Rights Alliance will intervene immediately to prevent further casualties."

"Mr. Lingya also stated that those who issue reckless orders that result in the deaths of a large number of civilians will be held accountable for war crimes."

Laba paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "The Peacock District is really doomed."

With someone backing them up, how dare the Peacock government take drastic measures against the protesters?

Therefore, the lower class will only make more and more trouble, and will not give up until they achieve their goal.

Therefore, the eventual disintegration of the Peacock District is a foregone conclusion!

"Om~"

Messages kept coming in.

The Peacock organization responded to the SUPP's actions, stating: "We strongly protest the SUPP's blatant and rude interference in the internal affairs of this administrative region and demand that the SUPP cease supporting insurgents."

Judging from the wording, the protesters have been defined as insurgents, and it seems that the authorities are planning to take action.

Laba scoffed.

He knew better than anyone that the higher-ups in this administrative region were just bragging.

The People's Alliance is incredibly powerful. They could easily eliminate these people with just a special forces team. Who would dare to go against the People's Alliance?

this moment.

Laba suddenly felt a little lost.

When the Peacock District becomes history, I will no longer be a Peacock person. What race should I call myself?
Are you from Dexin?

At midnight.

More big news has emerged: "Under the coordination of the People's Federation, representatives of the protesters will formally begin negotiations with the Peacock District officials in half an hour."

Laba wasn't sleepy and stayed in the study waiting for further news.

Three hours later.

It was still late at night outside.

The negotiation results are in: "A referendum will be held in the Peacock District to determine whether each group has the right to decide its own destiny."

Despite having anticipated it, Laba still sighed, "It's really over."

Judging from the level of organization at the lower levels, the voting results are not surprising.

*
Inside the dreamlike capital city.

Yang Wanyu breathed a long sigh of relief: "Finally done!"

She was in control of the situation and knew better than anyone how the vote would go.

At least 72% of the Peacock people would support the establishment of their own administrative districts by each social class.

The dust has settled!
Yang Wanyu turned to look at the ball of light beside her, and a realization dawned on her: "The scales of judgment are about to be born."

According to his father, this weapon is powerful enough to kill a high-ranking knight, and it also has great potential for growth.

This was also a birthday gift from her father.

Because tomorrow is her birthday. (End of Chapter)