Galaxy Domination Guide-Chapter 433 - 424 someone is causing trouble

The youth, Zhang Guancong, still bearing traces of boyishness, wore an ill-fitting shirt that made him appear even more slender. Although he looked frail, he was as energized as if he had been injected with adrenaline, his nostrils flaring, breathing heavily, his eyes red and fists clenched.

He tugged at his tie, seemingly trying to appear more rebellious, and proclaimed in heavily accented Hong Kong English to the crowd gathered before him, "Everyone, I bet that right now, all around the globe, a wave is brewing—a wave against Bai and his puppet Star Alliance government. These despicable poisoners have overthrown the democratic governments that wise men on Earth had established for hundreds of years. Using their technology and military force, they coerce and tempt those on Earth who grovel before them, establishing the vile Star Alliance government. They even concoct ridiculous tools like the Brain Worm, claiming it to be our savior. We can no longer tolerate such lies!"

"Exactly, we must make our voices heard!"

"Today, that Bai dared to declare his ambitions to the world, we must show him our unwavering resolve."

Zhang Guancong, seeing everyone's agreement and excitement, was thrilled himself.

"Good, there is consensus among us. Tomorrow at ten in the morning, we will demonstrate at Trafalgar Square. Mobilize everyone you know. Only when all people stand up against the Star Alliance will they feel fear and return power to the people!"

An Englishman, John, with experience in organizing social and protest activities, said, "We might face police suppression. For such an event, we must be prepared. The police won't dare touch us; we need to prepare weapons, repel the police. The bigger and more chaotic the scene, the better. Only with strong violence will they understand the extent of our resolve."

Zhang Guancong nodded vigorously, "Okay, this afternoon we'll start making weapons. I remember there are videos on YouTube of Ukrainian protesters making maces, which might come in handy."

Someone suggested, "Isn't ten o'clock too early? Maybe some won't be able to wake up."

Zhang Guancong wanted to scold the person who made the comment, but unexpectedly, several others supported the idea. With no other options, he reluctantly changed the time to eleven o'clock.

When the crowd had mostly dispersed, John patted Zhang Guancong on the shoulder, saying, "Zhang, don't feel pressured. Although you are from Country C, like that Bai, you are one of us."

Zhang Guancong, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, retorted, "John, watch it, I am not some Country C person. I am ashamed of my heritage, and Hong Kong is not part of Country C. We are just children sold out by the United Kingdom."

John looked down on Zhang Guancong's view somewhat, but since they were on the same team, he said nothing. Little did he know, Zhang Guancong was wallowing in self-pity and soliloquying on the side.

"I came to the United Kingdom seeking a truly democratic life, to breathe free air. In Hong Kong, in Country C, that feeling was oppressively like hell! We now live in the worst of times, in the era of a powerful toxic force. No matter how much technology he brings to Earth, nor how many things he uses to buy people's loyalty, it will not change his evil nature. What we are doing now, is worthy of being admired and looked up to by everyone, maybe a hundred years from now, we might become great heroes like Washington or Churchill."

John, uninterested in correcting the Hong Konger, thought Washington might be a good example; however, Churchill was domineering and acted on his own during his tenure, hardly a paragon of democracy.

In fact, many of them were much like Zhang Guancong. They had a poor grasp of history, picked up some high-concept ideas from who knows where, and passionately and arrogantly thought they held the truth, denouncing anyone who disagreed with them as evil.

On such a day, countless Abigails and Zhang Guancongs around the world were engaged in similar activities. Mostly young people, the advent of the Star Alliance had given them not just ample material life, but also the collapse of all they knew and had nothing to do. Instead of being grateful to those who provided all this, they aspired to establish their "Utopia."

In the palace, Zero, with an odd expressionless face, said to Bai Zhongqi, "Your Majesty, a large number of reactionary terms and phrases have appeared on social networks, all targeting you and the Star Alliance government. It seems some people are planning large-scale protest activities."

Bai Zhongqi sighed resignedly, "Creating a cloud giant in the sky shouting down at the world, 'Kneel down, I am your king,' I can understand some people feeling uncomfortable."

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Zero frowned and responded, "That's not an attitude befitting a king, Your Majesty. You were merely stating your thoughts, which is the rightful truth. Moreover, letting some people cause trouble is ultimately of no benefit. I monitor all the traffic on Sky Net, and it's not just those idle people preparing to make trouble; behind them, some middle-aged groups are also adding fuel to the flames."

Bai Zhongqi scoffed mockingly, "Nothing strange there. The Star Alliance, established for three years with its absolute power, has disrupted the livelihoods of countless people. At least eighty percent of the world's private business owners and large capitalists have collapsed, reshuffling the entire world. Along with those politicians thirsty for power, staging such minor acts to create social pressure, hoping we would regress."

Zero said indignantly, "These bastards, you and the Star Alliance have brought so many benefits to this planet, eliminated poverty, advanced civilization, and even truly led to equity,...