Zhen Lian was a rather considerate person. Without waiting for Li Yan to speak again, she continued, "I know some people who have acquaintances in both the Immigration Bureau and the police department. They may be able to provide you with a permit to enter San Francisco."
Li Yan crossed his arms and said nothing.
Zhen Lian lowered her voice, "The city's Steam Guard may not be able to stop you, but forcing your way in will undoubtedly create some unnecessary trouble."
"I certainly have no such intention," Li Yan flatly denied Zhen Lian's guess.
"But the Steam Guard you mentioned, is that the thing?" Li Yan swiftly changed the topic.
He was referring to the figures trailing behind the Workers' Party, several structures over two meters tall, made of brass and fully encased in armor. They were armed with mortars, and on their flanks, they had bar springs painted red, with a steam engine on their back and an exhaust pipe shivering continuously, spewing out a dense mist.
