From the Abyss of Stars Part 1

054. Colonialist's Nightmare

He spoke with righteous indignation, even shedding a couple of tears himself.

At this moment, in the eyes of the people, as he was about to be taken away in a police car, wouldn't he appear as a hero who had sacrificed himself gloriously?

However, in the next moment, he saw a Frost-Plated man in casual clothes, his face smeared with soot, step onto the podium and politely say to everyone:

"Hello everyone, I'm Barnam Ziegler, an employee of GTB."

"As a man of the Frost-Plated Republic, I feel it's my duty to explain some realities about my beautiful homeland."

"First, I don't live in a large villa. Even in the Frost-Plated countryside, most people live in single-story houses or hive apartments."

"Second, a dishwashing job pays about 3,000 Derbies a month, but now it's even less because restaurants use dishwashers."

"Third, out of more than two thousand students in my class, there were only forty men on campus, and thirty-eight of them were the sons of parliamentarians and bankers."

"Fourth, the Frost-Plated Republic exports expensive oil to the colonies because it has over 700 nuclear power plants. Our cars, planes, and even some tanks run on electricity, and our mobile armor is nuclear-powered. Selling you oil is partly to pollute your environment and control your birth rate so it doesn't get too high, and partly to sell you air purification equipment."

"Fifth."

Barnam paused, looking at the furious Chen Muci, and said with some confusion:

"Frost-Plated women generally despise transgender people."

Just as Chen Muci was about to curse, the Bermudes soldiers burst into laughter and stuffed him into the police car.

"This is gender discrimination!" Chen Muci shouted. "I'm a woman! You can't lay a hand on me. I want to seek asylum at the Frost-Plated embassy. I'm not going with you."

"Don't worry, we'll take you to meet some Frost-Plated people right away."

"——Really?" Chen Muci, seeing that the expression didn't seem like a lie, hesitated: "You're really going to take me?"

"Yes, we'll take you to see the most authentic Frost-Plated people." A Bermudes soldier grinned. "A famous Frost-Plated personality, even."

A few minutes later, when Chen Muci was dragged out of the car and faced the 'famous Frost-Plated personality,' he fell silent.

"Yo, good evening, ma'am." Li Aozi crossed his legs and chuckled, looking at him: "Aren't you colonialists the ones who love foreigners the most? So, how do you like my volunteer work?"

Chen Muci's eyes widened.

"Li Aozi, you traitor of a great nation! A rebel who doesn't know how good you have it!"