"That's true," another man with a scarred arm interjected, "We just received a batch of Evolvers; we haven't broken any laws at all. The state doesn't even have the authority to deal with us, so what the hell do those Players think they are?"
"It's just like what old Zhao said, the poor have risen up and now they stand up tall, daring to speak loudly," said the man with the scar, referring to the gaunt-faced man, "This time the Special Defense Department took a big hit. They'll definitely want to make up for it."
The gaunt-faced old Zhao smiled, "Those people can't stir up any waves."
A group of people chatted and laughed, making light of the chaos outside as if it was of no significance and had nothing to do with them.
"Really can't stir up any waves?" Liu Zhichao leaned forward, hands on his knees, looking up at these high and mighty people, "Then how did Elder Yang die?"
