The loud chants began to make the audience in the hall very uncomfortable and a lot of them turned their sights on He Yuan.
A reporter couldn't hold back anymore. He looked towards the mandron behind the force field and raised his voice above the chants of the protesters to say, "Mr. Yang, what do you have to say about the current state of things?"
He Yuan merely folded his arms across his chest and shrugged disinterestedly. This was the best the Dings could come up with? Well... He relaxed back on his chair and poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue... Since they all wanted to sleep here, he'd see how long they could last.
Seeing that Yang Xue wasn't even taking them seriously, the anger of the protesters rose to a new height and they all increased the tempo of their chants. Some of them directly gave up and settled on shouting out the cruelest insults they could think of at He Yuan.
