Sir! Don't close the net!

"Set up a stage for Miss Carly!"

A large, dark mass of homeless people began to surge forward. Wooden boxes, planks, sticks, and all sorts of odds and ends were gathered in the middle of the road along with the surging crowd, and soon a platform in a distinctly homeless style was erected.

Carly glanced at the platform in front of her. Although it looked tall and stable, it was made of too many miscellaneous materials and lacked any reasonable architectural structure. There were unbelievable construction errors everywhere. Although it had been miraculously achieved through these errors, it could not change its precarious nature. It seemed that the slightest impact would destroy this rare miracle and turn it into a ruin.

"What's wrong, Miss Carly? The high ground has already been taken care of for you. Is there any other problem?"

Ryan, standing behind Carly, flashed a bright smile.

"No...it's nothing."

Carly stepped onto a staircase made of planks, the swaying of which confirmed her assessment of the platform. The higher she climbed, the greater the risk of collapse. Perhaps, she would run out of miracles and fall as soon as she reached the top.

But it doesn't matter anyway...

Without any hesitation, Carly leaned forward, lifting off the ground, and placed her entire weight on the high steps miraculously built from mistakes, climbing step by step.

Chapter 143 Because there are many people, they dare to be angry

"Mr. Puss! Mr. Puss!"

“No need to shout, I’m not deaf, I can hear such a loud noise,” Puss said, raising his hand to support the young man who rushed over, and patting him on the shoulder. “Call the others, take a deep breath, relax, this isn’t the first time.”

Under Puss's reassurance, the young man took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, his tense nerves gradually relaxing.

“Mr. Puss, this time it’s even bigger than the last one! It feels like… all the homeless people are involved!”

"Okay, I understand. Call everyone, but don't get too close. Surround them from a distance to avoid conflict between the residents and the homeless."

Puss raised his hand, picked up the cowboy hat, and put it on his head, his gaze sharp as an eagle's.

The young man opened his mouth and then sighed, "I feel like... Puss has really changed a lot, even though Miss Anne has only been gone for a few days."

"Hmm? Have I changed a lot?" Puss raised an eyebrow.

“Uh—well…when Miss Anne was still around, Mr. Puss, you were like…a useless coward who only repeated Miss Anne’s ideas to make yourself seem reliable. Actually, we were always quite worried that you wouldn’t be able to hold on,” the young man scratched the back of his head and chuckled. “But you even managed to do things like establish a self-defense force, which even Miss Anne couldn’t do, and you even managed to get your hands on so many guns.”

The young man paused, then shifted his gaze to one side. "Is it because you got a new hat?"

Puss's expression froze slightly before he raised his hand and patted the young man's shoulder, then reached up to adjust the hat on his head.

"Of course! This new hat took me a lot of effort to make. Let's go."

After saying that, Puss put on his coat, waved his hand, and strode out of Diagon Alley. The other people in Diagon Alley also tightened the red bandages on their arms that represented their self-defense force identity, slung their guns over their shoulders, and followed behind Puss. The streets, which had become extremely deserted due to the homeless people's march, became lively again because of the appearance of Puss and his group. The residents of Triassic Circle, who were hiding in their homes, pushed open their tightly closed doors as if they had seen hope and followed Puss.

The heavy, rhythmic footsteps, like the resounding drumbeats of a musical movement, drowned out the noise, using a powerful rhythm to create a chaotic, directionless cacophony that continued to expand.

The homeless people gathered in the middle of the road, surrounding the miraculously maintained platform of error, heard the resounding drumbeats of unity. The flames of their hearts, ignited by their sheer numbers, gradually died down. Even Ryan, who had anticipated this and even expected it, was startled by the astonishing momentum. Under the sunlight, a large group of people wearing red ribbons came in, their cold, sharp eyes causing many of the homeless people who had been stirred up by the atmosphere and clamored to teach the residents of the Triple Circle a lesson to a pulp to lower their heads in shame.

The flat-nosed henchman, who was huddled behind Ryan, tugged at Ryan's clothes and whispered, "Boss, what do we do! These guys look like they're serious!"

Their arrogance stemmed from the fact that the residents of the Triassic Circle were not united and dared not attack them under the oppression of the Wasteland Aristocracy.

If the residents of the Triassic Circle were truly united and determined to take action against them, how could the number of homeless people possibly exceed the total number of residents of the Triassic Circle? And the Wasteland Nobles... most likely wouldn't even treat their wounds.

Ryan's expression was somewhat grave. Rather than the Triassic residents uniting to attack them, he feared that the nobles would value the Triassic residents' support and simply abandon them.

The support of the nobility was their only lifeline.

“Don’t panic—” Ryan took a deep breath and glanced at his underlings around him. “Hurry up and shout, don’t let the momentum falter! Make those Triple Circle residents angry and chaotic! Chaos will make us look united!”

"Oh oh oh-"

The panicked underlings nodded hurriedly and started shouting at the top of their lungs. They shouted whatever Carly had said, doing whatever was most outrageous.

"We homeless people don't need to work!"

"We've become like this entirely because of the residents of the Triassic area!"

"Exactly! The residents of the San Die Quan should be responsible for providing us with food, shelter, and the money we lost!"

"What! You want to kill us?! Attack us! Even if we die today, we'll make this clear!"

With Ryan's henchmen relentlessly shouting and circling, the homeless men, who had initially been hesitant, immediately gained confidence and excitedly joined in the shouting.

Many residents of the San Die Quan community stared wide-eyed. Because of their large numbers, they had the courage to express their anger. However, before they could utter a sound, the massive procession stopped, led by self-defense forces wearing red armbands, forming a huge encirclement that maintained a state of non-interference.

The homeless were surrounded.

Ryan's heart skipped a beat, and he had a very bad feeling.

We're not afraid of the residents of San Die Quan uniting to attack us; what we're afraid of is the residents of San Die Quan uniting to stand by and watch us cause trouble. If we get attacked, no matter what the reason, the fact that we were attacked is undeniable, and we are the victims. Victims can speak with more confidence.

If the residents of the San Die Quan do not take action and just calmly watch them, their actions will be limited to verbal shouting. After all, the prerequisite for them to take action is to portray themselves as a vulnerable group.

Puss raised his hand and waved it behind him, "Let's all stop arguing. Let's see what they have to say. If you think they're right, then reflect on your own words. If you think they're just talking nonsense, then just watch this joke. After all..."

Puss raised his head, expressionless, his gaze passing over the dark mass of homeless people and landing on Carly, who was standing on the high platform made of piled-up buildings.

“We have our own way of living. If they want to live this way, let them live it. As long as we don’t have any contact with them… they won’t have so many grievances.”

The young man following behind Pus nodded, turned around, and began to relay Pus's message at the top of his lungs. Other members of the Self-Defense Force also began to relay the message. Because the Self-Defense Force not only included people from Diagon Alley, but also many people like William who had a slightly higher profile than the average resident in the Triangle area and a fairly wide circle of friends, Pus's message was transmitted very quickly. Almost immediately, the residents of the Triangle area, who had been angry and ready to retaliate after being disrupted by the shouting of the homeless people, calmed down and stared indifferently at the shouting homeless people.

Countless indifferent and uncaring gazes pierced the homeless like arrows. They continued to shout, but their body heat was constantly draining away, their limbs began to tremble, and their expressions were no longer so matter-of-fact. They began to feel guilty and dared not look in the direction of the Self-Defense Forces.

Nemo, who had been watching all this from a distance, frowned.

"This won't do..."

He never thought that homeless people could get anything done, but the high degree of unity and rationality of the residents of San Die Quan exceeded his expectations to the point that he needed to be wary.

Because today they can ignore the vagrants' march that the nobles implicitly support, but tomorrow they will have opinions about the nobles' various actions.

Chapter 144 Escape

The march continued, the homeless continued to shout, while the residents of San Die Quan simply watched them indifferently. At first, many residents of San Die Quan were dissatisfied with this stifling behavior, but gradually, they realized that this was the most satisfying thing to do.

They should have viewed those homeless people's tantrums as if they were mentally ill. Paying attention to their unreasonable behavior and demands is itself a sign of irrationality. Upon closer examination, isn't the way these homeless people fight simply to bring them to the same level and then fight them based on their rich experience and thick skin?

Why would people with families, jobs, and their own lives lower themselves to gamble on something they can't gain anything from?

I'm very busy, okay?

Soon, all the residents of San Die Quan present understood what was going on. Some stood there in a relaxed posture, watching the homeless people protest with a smile. Others brought chairs, and residents who lived nearby went straight back to their homes, went up to the second floor, sat on the balcony, and watched the spectacle while eating sunflower seeds.

It's noon now, and even those living in working-class areas like San Die Quan have some free time. The homeless people's disruptive protests, which prevented many jobs from being carried out, have extended their free time.

Ryan and the others grew increasingly serious.

As the saying goes, it takes two to tango. Moreover, they didn't simply want applause; they hoped the residents of the San Die Quan would slap them so they could cry their hearts out. Even if that was an exaggeration, it was still a fact. Right now, the indifferent onlookers from the San Die Quan were constantly eroding the morale of the homeless group. If it weren't for his underlings constantly stirring things up, these homeless people would probably have already slunk away.

Ryan couldn't help but look up in Carly's direction.

He couldn't think of a solution to the current situation. Putting aside whether his younger brother's voice could hold up, almost all the homeless people in the San Die Quan area had gathered here. The more people there were, the more chaotic it would be, especially since they were a group of homeless people whose willpower was not particularly strong to begin with. He could let his younger brother continue to lure them away and let these homeless people continue to get carried away, but he couldn't give these homeless people the confidence to continue getting carried away. The bigger the scene became, the faster it would collapse.

The only one who could keep these homeless people going on their way, and who could give them the confidence to continue going on their way, was Carly. Carly should also understand how troublesome things would become if this situation continued.

But to Ryan's surprise, Carly's expression didn't change at all; she remained passionate, but empty, shouting some incomprehensible slogans.

Ryan couldn't hold back any longer. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching him, then turned and grabbed the crates that formed the platform, looking up and calling out in a low voice, "Hey—Miss Carly, hurry up and think of something!"

Carly's gaze shifted down to Ryan's face, and just as Ryan thought Carly was about to react, Carly calmly looked back and said, "That's all I wanted to say!"

After speaking, under the incredulous gazes of Ryan and all the homeless people, Carly walked down from the platform with remarkable ease.

The men instinctively stepped aside and reached out their hands to Carly for help, but Carly acted as if she hadn't seen them at all and strode out.

Noticing this, Puss raised his hand and waved. The other Self-Defense Force members were stunned for a moment before reacting. Although they were puzzled, they began to pass Puss's message to each other and consciously moved left and right to make way. By the time Carly approached the Self-Defense Force, three straight and wide paths had been cleared in the direction Carly was facing. Carly did not stop and walked directly along the path cleared by the residents of the Three-Tiered Circle.

The once imposing atmosphere of the homeless men collapsed instantly with Carly's decisive departure, leaving them as silent as death.

If we were to use a battlefield analogy, it would be like this: at the very moment when the commander is most needed to stabilize morale, the commander finishes giving a speech and then walks away in front of the entire army, taking a path that the enemy has cleared for him.

Ryan froze on the spot like a statue.

He had been waiting for the opportunity to replace Carly, to control all the homeless, and to gain the support of the wasteland's noble royal family. Now, it seemed that his opportunity had arrived. Carly's attitude of completing a task gave the homeless people, who desperately needed a pillar of support, a slap in the face. Now was the time when the homeless people were most helpless. At this moment, as long as someone leaped up onto this platform and waved their arm, no matter who that person was, they could replace Carly as the new pillar of support.

Ryan glanced around and saw his underlings looking at him with eyes that said, "Boss, your chance has come." This made Ryan feel a tightness in his chest, and he wanted nothing more than to slap them across the face.

What good is being a source of inspiration for these homeless people! What matters is gaining the support of the capital's millennial aristocracy!

If he stands up now and raises his arms, he'll only become a sucker.

Time passed slowly, and both the homeless and the self-defense forces stood still. But for the homeless, every minute and every second was torture. Finally, one of the homeless couldn't take it anymore, lowered his head and quickly walked out of the group. The self-defense forces and the residents of San Die Quan made way for him as before.

There was no mockery, no smashing of things, and they even cleared a path wide enough for several people to walk side by side.

Their confidence that "we are right" crumbled under this silent gaze, bringing them the lash of shame.

The departing homeless man was like a pebble that caused the dam to break; more homeless men silently dispersed, covering their faces in different directions, and the once large and imposing queue quickly disintegrated.

Even Ryan lowered his head and reluctantly fled the scene with the crowd.

Soon, the once bustling parade and speech scene was reduced to a dangerous platform made of various pieces of junk.

As Puss pulled down his cowboy hat and raised his right hand, the Self-Defense Forces could no longer contain their joy. They raised their hands and cheered as they moved forward. The residents of the San Die Quan also waved excitedly, because they knew very well that the backbone of these homeless people had been broken and they could no longer yell at them like before.

Nemo, who had seen everything, turned away with a cold expression.

Knowing that Steam was no longer as powerful as before, he did consider ending things there. But now it seemed that he absolutely could not let it end there. One Jurassic Circle was already troublesome enough; if another one appeared, it would be a real mess.

Chapter 145 Expulsion

"Gentlemen, you're not residents of the capital city of Millennium, are you?"

Ashley, who was eating a snack, paused, looking around blankly. After confirming that the smiling guard in front of her, speaking in an unyielding tone, was speaking to her, she tilted her head slightly. "Yeah, what's wrong..."

Before the question could even be uttered, the security guard raised his voice, "Then, could you please leave?"

Annie, sitting in her wheelchair, raised an eyebrow, realizing something.

“Huh? But my pass hasn’t expired yet,” Ashley pulled out her pass, and just as she was about to show the events marked on it, the gatekeeper rudely snatched it away and threw it behind her.

"That doesn't count anymore."

The security guard put his hands on his hips and snorted.

"Starting today, the Capital Millennium will be hosting a grand ball, which only residents of the Capital Millennium are allowed to attend. All other non-Millennium residents must leave!"

"Huh?" Ashley blinked, her face full of disbelief. "Is there some mistake? If there's a ball, I should be invited too..."

“Only those with noble millennial blood are allowed to attend this ball,” the gatekeeper raised his voice, glancing around and seeing many people giving him approving looks. He became even more confident and his voice sharper. “You inferior people who are not born in the millennial era can only stand aside.”

Even the well-mannered Ashley stood up, ready to swear, but was unusually pulled back by the hot-tempered Rebecca.

“Ha…then let’s go,” Li Yili spread her hands. “Without an invitation, there’s no need for us to get involved in this misunderstanding.”

Anne glanced at Li Yili, rubbed her forehead and thought for a moment before sighing softly. She then smiled at Ashley with complete relaxation, "Miss Ashley, let's forget it. I prefer the pastoral scenery of the Chalk Circle. The other young ladies are probably eager for us to go back and talk more about Mr. Dante."