Be a legal businessman in Liyue!

This march in the name of justice is indeed mixed with too many bad things.

The Office of the Great Sage, located high up in the Palace of Wisdom, in the House of the Decrees.

The void terminal was emitting a sharp alarm in Azar's ears.

The originally green appearance flashed red.

This is a sign of high-risk alert.

"Damn it, how could it be possible? How dare those untouchables!"

Azar looked at the images coming back from the void, the poor people joining the parade, his eyes full of anger.

He hadn't been this angry for a long time since he became the new Great Sage.

His orders were rarely disobeyed.

Even the poor people in the Grand Bazaar, who say they want entertainment, can only helplessly reduce the number of performances.

And now?

A group of poor people, mercenaries, and businessmen are gathering together to express their dissatisfaction to themselves?

Ah!

Xumi is the Xumi of scholars, what are these guys?

A group of bugs living on the academy dare to act rudely towards their master?

Yes, in Azar's opinion, it was ordinary Sumerians who were living in the bodies of their scholars.

The difference in the means of production controlled by the two sides is too great.

"Notify the Thirty-Man Group to disperse these ungrateful guys."

The Great Sage's orders were faithfully carried out by the Void.

The thirty-man group in Jusha Hall received the order and began to carry it out without hesitation.

These thirty-man groups who obey the orders of the Great Sage are all deep users of the Void.

Their own cognition has long been "corrupted" by the void, and they firmly carry out the orders from the void.

Even if the order seems wrong.

Suppress civilians.

Soon, these assembled groups of thirty people blocked the front of the parade.

The mercenaries formed an iron wall, and the cold metal blades shone brightly under the sunlight of Xumi City.

"By order of the Great Sage, disband the parade immediately! Otherwise, we will use force to disperse it."

The leading mercenary captain's voice was as sharp as the desert night wind.

The Fatui operatives at the front of the parade clenched their banners. "We just want justice! The House of Lords is being unfair!"

After he shouted, there were immediate waves of responses from the crowd.

"You can't bully us like this anymore!"

"We want fairness and justice!"

"Devil Scale patients can't wait!"

"You have families too, are you just going to watch patients die?"

"There are bad guys in the Ordinance House!"

"Overthrow Hazard!"

Facing the crowd's shouts, the mercenary captain's face was icy, his eyes devoid of any emotion. He spoke mechanically, "Final warning! Anyone who doesn't disperse within ten breaths will be treated as a rioter."

The cold words brought silence to the crowd.

But how could the emotions that had already gathered be calmed down by just one sentence?

Or forced suppression!

A roar suddenly erupted from the back of the crowd: "Fuck the House of the Holy Orders!"

A piece of gravel cut through the air and hit the mercenary's shield, making a crisp sound.

The crisp sound was like lighting a powder keg.

"Array up!"

Under attack, the mercenary captain did not hesitate at all and showed absolute fighting qualities.

Raising their weapons, the thirty-man group instantly transformed into killing machines and rushed into the crowd.

The dull sound of metal hitting flesh mixed with screams exploded.

The crowd began to disperse subconsciously.

But not everyone is fleeing.

The Gilded Brigade, which had previously joined the march with ill intentions, began to take the opportunity to fight back.

They mixed in with the crowd and attacked the group of thirty people from all kinds of tricky angles.

If it were true that these desert people hated those in Xumi City the most.

Apart from the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Education, the ones they hate the most are probably these thirty-man groups.

Although they are all members of the Gilded Brigade, these guys who took off their red clothes and put on green clothes are the biggest helpers of the Ordinance Council in suppressing them.

Although the Thirty-Man Group controls the Jusha Hall, it ostensibly has the power to mediate conflicts among the various gilded brigades.

But in fact, if they dare to go to the desert, the desert people will let them know what a real Gilded Brigade is.

And now, in the chaos, many Gilded Brigades are taking revenge wantonly.

Coupled with the Fatui's little tricks, for a while, the thirty-man group was unable to capture these marching teams.

Even with the Gilded Brigade's fierce counterattack and the Fatui's covert interference, the formation of the Thirty-Man Regiment was gradually destroyed.

After a brief period of chaos, the originally dispersed marching crowd discovered that the seemingly invincible mercenaries were actually slowed down and some were even thrown to the ground.

Suddenly, a different light appeared in someone's eyes.

"They are not invincible! Attack them together!"

Someone in the crowd roared, instantly igniting the suppressed anger.

Stones, sticks, and even mud grabbed from nowhere all became weapons.

The angry people no longer retreated, but took advantage of the gap when the group of thirty people was tied up and rushed up from the side and rear.

Some people grabbed the mercenaries by their clothes, while others rammed their bodies into them. In the chaos, the sounds of metal clashing and roaring merged into one.

The collision of flesh and metal is bound to be bloody.

The Fatui's spies mixed in with the crowd and took the opportunity to incite: "The Order wants to kill us! If we don't resist, we will die!"

This sentence was like a spark splashing into a frying pan.

The public is excited and rationality is becoming increasingly distant.

What was originally a protest march completely got out of control and began to evolve into a bloodier conflict.

Just as the march was about to turn into a riot and the riot was about to turn into a massacre, the sky suddenly darkened.

Several huge floating platform modules detached from the floating city and landed above the conflict scene like silent judges.

Their metal shells glowed with golden field force in the sunlight, and the field force devices embedded in the bottom began to vibrate at a high frequency, emitting a low hum.

"The field force module has been activated, executing the suppression protocol."

A mechanized voice came from the floating platform, and the next second, an invisible force field poured down like a tide.

'Buzz~'

The ground seemed to be pressed down by a giant hand, and all the people who were fighting, running, and roaring froze instantly.

The mercenary's blade was suspended in mid-air, the fist swung by the Gilded Brigade member was frozen an inch away from the enemy's cheek, and even the Fatui's hidden agent opened his mouth but could not make a provocative sound.

The entire street fell into an eerie stillness.

Some people tried to struggle, but found that they could not move even a finger.

The repressive force released by the field force device acts precisely on everyone's nerves and muscles, causing no harm but completely depriving people of their ability to resist.

In silence.

In the shadow cast by the floating platform, a figure walked out slowly.

Wang Que's robe was still gorgeous, and it was obvious that it was made by the most outstanding craftsman in Liyue.

But his gorgeous clothes did not make him look superior to others.

There was no arrogance of a winner on his face, only deep fatigue and regret.

He walked to the front of the crowd, his eyes sweeping over the faces that were suppressed and unable to move:

There were members of the Gilded Brigade who were still angry, mercenaries of the Thirty-Man Group whose faces were covered in blood, and more were ordinary people who were at a loss.

After the violence ended, the anger in these ordinary people subsided and feelings of panic began to emerge.

Oh my god, what did they do?

Violent resistance against the Thirty-Man Group!

He will definitely be liquidated by the Ministry of Rites.

Watching the uneasiness gradually appearing in these people's eyes.

Wang Que knew that he should "take" responsibility.

"Everyone."

Wang Que's voice was hoarse, as if his throat had been rubbed by gravel.

It was as if the overwhelming emotion made it difficult for him to speak, but he forced himself to speak.

He suddenly leaned forward and bowed deeply to everyone, his back bent into a heavy arc. "Today's bloodshed is all because of me."

Everyone couldn't help but look at him.

Even those who did not participate in the march and were hiding in the surrounding buildings.

Everyone wanted to know what Boss Wang wanted to say now after he suddenly appeared and suppressed everyone.

"You are the best and kindest people, but because..."

After a brief pause, Wang Que glanced in the direction of the Ministry of Education, then said, "Because of my arrival, your hands are stained with the blood of our compatriots."

"This is all my fault. Perhaps my presence made...some people feel uneasy."

"If I had negotiated with the Ordinance Council more peacefully before, perhaps we should be standing together in front of the Pure Good Palace enjoying peace right now, rather than engaging in combat."

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the gaps in the floating platform and fell on him.

He is glowing.

Before crossing over, if someone made such remarks as backing down after being bullied, they would definitely deserve it and would not receive any sympathy at all.

You can even smell the strong tea flavor at a glance.

But in Xumi City, in this place.

Wang Que's remarks, taking the blame on himself, are a manifestation of kindness.

Compared to the Council of Churches sending people to suppress the march and refusing to communicate with everyone.

Between the two, a judgment call is made.

Claiming the fault as his own, Wang Que spoke again, this time looking at the group of thirty people:

"Great Sage Azar, I know you must be watching this. If you don't like me, please target me. Don't hurt these ordinary people. They are also the people of Xumi and the people of the Grass God. Hurting them will not allow you to defeat me."

"If you think I have a problem, then we can talk openly."

"We can go over the whole story in front of everyone."

Wang Que's voice was high and his eyes were firm, his tone sincere. "I suggest that we invite Lord Little Jixiang Grass King out and discuss this matter in front of the square of the Imperial Court."

"You are also a scholar, and I also like knowledge. We should all know that the more we debate, the clearer the truth becomes."