The police arrived first.

When this group of people started causing trouble, the Director of the Police Station heard the rumors.

As the Director of the Police Station of the provincial capital, he had some sources of information.

But he didn't take immediate action. Provincial Governor Drag had privately mentioned to him that in matters involving foreigners, especially those related to the Federation, it was okay to wait a bit.

Foreigners should not be given unlimited special treatment, as this would only encourage their arrogance within the country; the Director deeply agreed with this.

If these foreigners are treated as superior beings, those in the lower levels of the governing class would feel humiliated.

Instead, letting foreigners witness some of the customs of Nagariel, and making them realize that this is not a place where they can act recklessly, is the correct approach.

This way, foreigners would depend on and respect local rulers to some degree.

But the waiting led to problems.

Before leaving, he went to the bathroom, and because he had been feeling unwell the past few days, he took a bit longer.

Nagariel hasn't established an advanced system of knowledge transmission, which is one reason why religion thrives here. When people can't find explanations for the mysteries of nature through scientific methods, they tend to believe it's all ordained by the gods.

Take hemorrhoids, for example.

In developed countries, hemorrhoids are not much of a problem anymore, and the causes have been identified.

Aside from prolonged sitting, personal hygiene is also an issue.

However, in Nagariel, anyone with hemorrhoids is considered to be punished by the gods or cursed by others, including members of the ruling class like the Director of the Police Station, who haven't received advanced education.

It's often said that only those who do evil, who are despised and cursed by others, will "bleed internally." The Director of the Police Station dared not seek medical help, as it would openly mark him as a bad person in people's eyes.

Actually, many face similar issues, even within the ruling class. People tend not to tell others and silently endure until it severely affects their lives.

By the time the Director dealt with the bleeding, about ten minutes had passed. When he arrived at the scene, his face had changed color.

There were at least hundreds of people gathered here, surrounded by onlookers. People perched in nearby trees and on rooftops; the owner of a collapsed house stood arguing with several people who had caused the collapse.

Beads of sweat appeared on the Director's forehead. He ordered his men to use batons to disperse the rioters and tried to enter, but this time, he was not successful.

Previously, when the police began to disperse the crowd, people would scatter quickly. No one wanted to get beaten, and when the police hit them, they didn't dare to resist.

But this time, the people did not disperse but clashed with the police instead.

They didn't fight back against the police but merely pushed them around. Each officer was tossed about in the crowd like a ball, eventually thrown out.

The first angry young man stood up, his eyes blazing as he glared at the police, confronting them head-on. "Foreigners are raping our sisters, and you people are still protecting them. Are you our police, or dogs of the foreigners?"

From the moment the police arrived and began clearing the scene, it was clear what they were there for.

The Director's expression was pained, and his walking was slightly awkward. He felt he was bleeding again.

But he couldn't retreat now. He stepped out of the car, adjusted his clothing, tugged at his belt, and straightened the brim of his broad-brimmed hat, the police badge gleaming in the sunlight!

He took a deep breath, held it in his chest, his expression becoming stern, and walked decisively toward that person.

Maybe influenced by him, the questioning young man's face showed a bit of unease, but soon, one by one, other young men stepped up from behind him.

Seeing the anger on these young faces, the Director sensed trouble. He realized that if he didn't quickly resolve the issue here, he might become a laughingstock, making him even less patient than ever before.

"No matter why you are gathered here, you should abide by the laws of the country. The laws don't permit you to do this!" His voice was stern, questioning, but nonetheless, quite logical, leaving no loopholes.

A young man chuckled and retorted, "Then do the laws allow these foreigners to commit such wrongdoings?"

The Director took another step forward, "That's why I'm here, to uphold the law's justice. Now, all of you, make way for me..."

The young people not only didn't move aside but instead linked arms to block the police. Someone started singing, and soon others joined in. In no time, the scattered singing became organized, turning into a powerful force!

This is an ancient ballad of the Nagariel people, bearing a primitive ruggedness. It roughly expresses the hardships of survival and a profound reverence for the dangerous nature, coupled with an unyielding tenacity!

The song truly teaches people how to survive, but its desolate melody inspires a sense of defiance against nature!

The song also made those at the forefront aware of what's happening. Under the sway of collective consciousness, individual emotions became more volatile, making these people feel empowered.

This is an illusion; they mistakenly perceive the collective strength as their own, often leading to mass incidents, where people overestimate their limits.

No longer content with staying behind the iron gate, they began to storm the camp. The makeshift prefab walls and large iron gate barely lasted half a minute before collapsing with a resounding crash.

Seeing the dire situation, Nell didn't look back as he sprinted away. Others followed him madly. Hesitation at this point meant being buried far from home.

Unable to catch up, someone threw something forward. Among the runners ahead, Nell let out a painful cry, sprinting even faster.

Within a few short minutes, the entire camp was overwhelmed by the angry crowd.

The only fortunate thing was, Nell and the others ran fast. They weren't mere office workers; a year ago, Nell was a factory worker burdened with heavy tasks.

Even in the past six months, he spent his days at the construction site. He could run, and he ran fast, enabling him to escape danger.

The Police Station Director faced the human wall, hearing a thunderous cheer from the people behind it. Instantly, the crowd dispersed, and he realized the gravity of the situation.

Suppressing discomfort, he waved his hand, taking out the baton from his waist, "Disperse them!"

Led by the Director, the police charged into the human wall, struggling against the resisting young people, engulfed in melee with them.

Chaos reigned supreme, with some chasing Nell's group, while spectators dismantled buildings.

Initially onlookers, these people couldn't resist taking advantage when opportunity arose, reflecting the Nagariel people's inherent flaws Asir and Lynch discussed.

On the surface pitiful, deeper understanding reveals their despicable side.

Lacking a clear sense of right and wrong, they are, to some extent, selfish.

They dismantled anything they could until it was out of reach. Even the gate was lifted and carried away by several people.

Tables, chairs, even a parasol didn't escape, let alone more valuable items like refrigerators; even the metal roof of the prefab house was pried off and disappeared. These people were truly like locusts!

The Police Station Director realized the severity of the situation and knew someone needed to be accountable. Pointing at the people, "Surround them, don't let them escape!"

At this moment, Senior Soldier arrived with soldiers and Lynch.

The soldiers were fully armed, even driving two modified armored trucks. People fled even faster, and soon, the once cluttered camp was left with worthless items.

Lynch stepped out of the vehicle, surrounded by Senior Soldier and four soldiers from four directions, protected in the middle. A sniper had already climbed atop the truck for observation, ready to seize control of the battlefield.

Their professional actions were intimidating, even to the Police Station Director, "Mr. Lynch..."

Lynch glanced at him briefly before refocusing, directly leading the people into the camp. The Director knew misfortune awaited him, but saying more was futile, so he braced himself and followed.

The initial group of people was attacking Nell's house, a container.

The guy directly transformed a container into his home, reasoning that there were no insects inside—he hated insects.

Being the manager, the container was modified into a house.

Ironically, this container house was difficult to break into. Aside from those who've fled into the forest, Nell and a few others hiding inside remained safe.

A group had approached, with no intent to halt. The Police Station Director prepared to make amends but was brought to a halt.

Lynch drew the handgun from Senior Soldier's waist holster and fired into the air.

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