Lazarus's streets at night were bustling with people holding signs, chanting slogans, and advancing angrily towards the President.
They were determined, their spirits high, as though they were on a victorious march.
Yet the patrolling soldiers on the street didn't hinder the procession; some smiled, others ignored it, all making way for the crowd.
Wei Tianyang followed the crowd for a while before gradually withdrawing. At that point, he found himself on a bustling commercial street lined with both large shopping malls and small boutique shops. Despite the city being in a state of emergency, they remained open for business, unaffected.
He stood in front of a beverage shop on the street side, watching the marching crowd slowly drift away, deep in thought.
At that moment, a honest male voice greeted him in Yin language from behind, "Yo? An East Continent face, where are you from? From Yin Country?"