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As soon as the professor entered, Zhao Hao felt an aura of power wash over him!

Good heavens, that head was so bald! When the light shone on it, it looked like an incandescent bulb! It was impossible not to concentrate!

This bespectacled, bald old man is a staunch advocate of science and a die-hard fan of materialism.

He believes that everything in the world can be explained by science, it's just that science hasn't developed to that point yet.

That's not wrong, after all, scientific knowledge is a way of thinking, and anything can be applied to it.

However, this world is different after all. Because of the existence of the underworld, psionic energy, and superhumans, even if it can be concealed from the public, it will still have a significant impact. The biggest issue is superstition!

There are countless people in this world who believe in all sorts of mysterious, unknown, and bizarre rumors. After all, there are truly many unbelievable things in this world.

Therefore, this professor seems to be somewhat out of place.

This bald professor was a physics expert, a leading figure in electromagnetism, and reportedly an authority on plasma-electromagnetic conversion. This suited Winston's tastes perfectly, and he frequently consulted him on scientific matters.

Zhao Hao looked at him with his Eye of Fate, and the message he received was: "Thirty years of baldness, a fanatical believer in a cult of science, ironically, his psychic potential is not low..."

At the gathering, everyone was discussing a "food night" to be held in two days.

This is a folk "festival" that started as a joint event organized by students from several universities in Liberty City, and has grown larger over time. Many people take to the streets to cheer, parade, and enjoy the various food stalls that gather everywhere on this day.

Due to their influence among the public, local councilors proposed that on this day, police would not arrest homeless people, street vendors could be allowed to set up stalls freely, and charges for affecting the city's appearance would be temporarily suspended. Of course, the core purpose was to garner votes.

This was a rare relaxing holiday, and everyone discussed how to have a good meal.

At this moment, Gou Quan arrived late.

As soon as it entered the courtyard, it kept turning its head.

The fat man, standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore: "Brother Gou, what's wrong? Having an epileptic seizure? Or did you take some pills?"

Gou Quan curled his lip, "I never touch that stuff!" He then shook his head, "Didn't you guys notice anything?"

Nanaya Saki smiled, then lowered her head to read without saying a word.

Sylvia exclaimed, "I see! I see! You have a new hairstyle!"

Winston, who was almost as tall as Gou Quan, sat in a chair and exclaimed with an exaggerated expression typical of Black people, "Wow~ Bro, your new hairstyle is absolutely amazing~~~"

Gou Quan, beaming with satisfaction, finally sat down.

If I don't compliment his hairstyle, I probably won't be able to sleep tonight.

As soon as he sat down, he started rambling, "Don't even mention it! I just went to a really big barbershop and almost got into a fight with the barber!"

He looked furious. "If Duncan hadn't been there, I would have punched that kid!"

Without Duncan, he was no match for him. He simply played it safe.

"What's going on?" the fat man asked.

Everyone looked at him. Zhao Hao handed him a large skewer of roasted meat, and Winston handed him a can of beer.

We've given you the food and drink, now tell us your story so we can have a good laugh.

Gou Quan said, "I went to get a haircut today, and the barbershop actually wanted $20 from me!"

"It was a bit expensive, but I was willing to pay the price for my hairstyle! But a little while later, a white woman came in with a poodle, apparently to give the dog a haircut!"

The group exchanged glances: Oh, I see! Who cuts hair for both people and dogs? Who do they think they are?!

To everyone's surprise, Gou Quan said, "I never expected that a dog haircut would cost $50! Am I not even worth as much as a dog?"

Everyone: ? ? ?

Is something wrong with you? Why are you arguing with a dog?

Gou Quan: "Who knew that the barber would say, 'A dog dares to eat shit, do you dare?'"

Everyone: This barber didn't get beaten up that much! He wasn't beaten up much at all.

Gou Quan looked defiant: "I said: What if I dare!"

"The barber didn't say anything for a long time, and finally said: 'If you dare to eat shit, I'll charge you 50 dollars!'"

This is a killer shot! It deserves a red-eye sound effect!

……

The food night was fast approaching.

Starting around noon, people began arriving on five or six main streets.

Various food stalls and restaurants set up early, displaying their signs. Some popular stalls were so crowded that you'd think they were free.

Zhao Hao and his group left more than an hour earlier, but they were still separated by the crowd.

Zhao Hao was surrounded only by Nanaya Saki, oh, and Tachibana.

Orange threatened suicide, forcing Zhao Hao to bring it.

It said that if Zhao Hao didn't take it with him, it would sneak off and steal and rob, even if it got beaten to death, it would still eat its fill.

Zhao Hao felt sorry for his wallet for ten seconds, but in the end he still took it with him.

The two randomly picked a cold drink stall, drank some water and ate some ice cream, mainly to find a place to sit.

The real peak season is after sunset until midnight; that's why it's called a food night.

At that time, the area will be brightly lit and bustling with people, creating a lively scene. It will be like attending a temple fair at night!

Suddenly, a commotion arose in the distance.

Zhao Hao craned his neck to stand up and look, but although he was not short, there were just too many people, and he couldn't see anything except for the throng of heads.

Several minutes passed, and the riots not only did not subside, but moved in this direction.

Zhao Hao and Qi Yexiao only then heard the people around them talking and realized what had happened.

Love is an organized march!

It is said that many of the marchers were dressed in very "simple" clothes and had various slogans painted on their bodies.

The organization that organized this march was the "notorious" extreme animal protection organization "PT".

These days, the rapid economic development of previous years has stagnated; the invincible record of previous years has been shattered by the Annamese War; and various ideologies have emerged as a result.

Black rights, women's rights, same-sex rights, protection of vulnerable groups, vegetarianism, and so on—the list goes on and on.

Animal protection and environmental protection naturally emerged as a result.

PT is the most typical representative of extremist animal conservation organizations in the United States.

It may not be the largest in scale, but it's the most capable of causing trouble.

Just over a month ago, Zhao Hao saw a report in the corner of a newspaper, saying that several members of a PT organization broke into a restaurant at night, saying they wanted to destroy the steakhouse, but the owner shot them in the face with a shotgun.

The newspapers paid close attention to the developments of this lawsuit, and there was a great deal of discussion.

After all, on one hand, there's the fortress law, which states that private territory is inviolable; on the other hand, there's the politically correct animal protection movement—it's truly a chaotic mess. The whole thing has been going on for over half a month.

This PT organization really likes to organize some eye-catching big events to illustrate its point of view.

For example, sneaking into a dairy farm in the middle of the night and letting all the dairy cows escape.

For example, sneaking into a slaughterhouse at night and disrupting the slaughtering line.

For example, rushing into meat restaurants and fighting with the owners, or letting their chickens and ducks escape.

As for things like smashing windows or blocking doors, we often hear about them.

Even the most moderate protests involve people going naked, covered in paint and slogans, or dressed as animals crawling on the ground!

So, seeing the excitement of the Liberty City Food Night, they came to make their presence felt!

Imagine eating hotpot and singing, and then suddenly a bunch of animal rights activists show up. How could that not be annoying?!

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Chapter 116 Group Suggestion and Conformity

Colt sat in his car, sipping iced coffee and watching the parade a dozen meters away.

The men and women in the group wore baseball caps with slogans written on them, but only simple swimsuits. They had various slogans painted on their bodies in bright red and yellow.

The first row was filled with handsome men and beautiful women, numbering thirty or forty, striking various poses that were very eye-catching.

Behind them was a procession of hundreds of people, wearing T-shirts with slogans printed on them, holding various flags and signs, and chanting as they marched, things like "Animal lives matter too," "Every bite of meat we eat makes the Amazon rainforest smolder," and "All things are equal, and plants and animals have the right to live."

However, it's fair to say that this PT organization is very good at planning, or rather, they have a lot of experience with this kind of event.

This parade attracted many unsuspecting young people with its body painting of handsome men and beautiful women and its politically correct slogans. Of course, there were also those who knew about the organization but still wanted to join.

After all, protesting is a right, and the slogans are politically correct. It can cause trouble and make money. If things really get out of hand, such as causing damage and getting arrested, someone will naturally provide money, effort, and manpower to get them out.

Many media outlets will even voice their support, and you might even become famous overnight by getting published in the newspaper!

They're not only not afraid of being arrested, they actually hope you arrest them! Once you arrest them, it'll cause a huge uproar, then they'll become famous, and then they'll get even more publicity.

Colt frowned. "These stupid maggots! Can't they even use their brains?"

The woman in the passenger seat was the same glamorous woman with long, wavy hair whom Zhao Hao had seen during the last Mafia battle; her name was Marilena.

If She-Ra was Colt's right-hand woman, then Marillana was his right-hand woman.

She's very active in the underworld of Liberty City.

She put on sunglasses and drank her frozen juice through a straw to avoid smudging her lipstick.

"Speaking of which, you know what kind of country this is. It's riddled with problems. Do you really think everyone is as cunning as those upper-class gentlemen?"

“Oh my god, that would still be hell… This is really a headache!” Colt wailed.

The head of the Liberty City Mystery Bureau's Operations Department, accompanied by his trusted lieutenants, was clearly not there to eat. Although Colt certainly ate quite a bit.

The two men came here to monitor the parade up close.

They even had a psionic fluctuation detector in their car.

Liberty City is, after all, an official institution, and has a wide range of intelligence sources.

Colt has received reliable intelligence that this parade is shady. Or rather, this so-called PT organization isn't a legitimate organization at all. They have powerful backers and planners behind them, and these are supernatural forces.

Colt even obtained some insufficient evidence that this PT organization was backed by a supernatural organization called the Natural Society.