Yang Fei took a deep breath.
Facing these humble, bewildered, and confused people, he didn't know what to say.
The will of the world was too distant for them, it had become a myth.
But for Yang Fei, the will of the world truly existed and he could feel the restraint and confinement at any moment.
Suddenly, someone let out a sharp, frenzied scream.
"Kill this noble dog, protect the Doomsday Goddess."
Yang Fei turned to look, only to see a man in his fifties.
The wrinkles on his face were fine and dense, full of hardship and suffering.
The man's eyes were bloodshot, his body trembling, holding a short stick.
Due to fear, he was shaking all over, seemingly a gentle breeze could knock him to the ground.
Countless people followed the old man, shouting.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
Though their mouths screamed, seeing the gleaming medal on Yang Fei's epaulet, no one dared to make a move.
Under the Federation system, attacking an active-duty officer was a grave offense.
