"In this apocalyptic world, such minorities naturally wield immense power."
Xu Shu's eyes were profound, and after a moment of thought, he switched to the nickname "Tai Chu," edited it carefully, and sent out a post he had been pondering all day:
"*The Eastern Combat Zone has activated a security decommissioning regulation at the Star Tower, but it ended very quickly. When I got there, I found nothing out of the ordinary. Does anyone know the reason?* —Tai Chu."
Soon, the post received dozens of comments.
And the number of comments was increasing at a terrifying speed, shooting up to 100, 200, and on.
Xu Shu opened the thread to look.
"I don't get it, but it sounds impressive."
"What is the big guy talking about?"
"What regulation?"
"What?"
"Everyone disperse, the post's author only spoke half a sentence, and his horse is already gone."
"Use your brain, upstairs. Just by looking at this big guy's ID, you can tell he's not simple. Don't seek death like this."
"Silence."