The parents, so enraged they had nearly lost their minds, charged forward, only to be stopped by the members of the Defense Team.
Chu He just stood there quietly, calmly crossing his arms, his face completely placid.
He silently watched the group of parents: wailing, faces flushed with rage, spittle flying as they screamed.
"Say something, Chu He! Why aren't you saying anything?
Aren't you the Great Xia Empire's National Guardian War God?
Our daughters are in that villa right now, facing an attack from an Evil Spirit!
Some of the children are already dead, swallowed by that wicked Evil Spirit.
Why aren't you doing anything?"
A middle-aged man in a sharp suit roared, his rage uncontrollable.
"Didn't the Great Xia Empire issue a notice?
That day at the airport, I already tried to stop them. I even broke the ankles of some of those fans
to immobilize them.
If I'm not mistaken, many of you probably cursed me out,
all because I hurt your children.
