Tang Wen, naturally, couldn't hear her.

Ziye opened the SuperCom and dialed his number again.

Still no connection.

Ziye looked at the person on the screen and let out a soft sigh.

Little Sprout was completely unaffected by her mood, chirping in a sweet, affected voice, "It's boring here.

Let's go somewhere fun." With that, the screen went dark, and when it lit up again, they were already outside the Fining Crystal Palace.

Compared to the rest lounge, the area outside the Fining Crystal Palace was overwhelmingly crowded.

Outside the Crystal Palace was a plaza spanning over ten thousand square meters.

A laser cordon had been set up in front of the entrance, forbidding anyone from approaching.

Near the door, hundreds of Crystal Palace security guards stood on high alert.

On the plaza side, people of every skin tone and hair color milled about—men and women, young and old—sitting right there, blocking the main gate.

Those inside the Crystal Palace couldn't get out, and those blocking the gate couldn't get in, resulting in a standoff.

Ziye asked, puzzled, "Who are all these people?" Little Sprout spun in a circle, answering, "People from various factions and legions, just ordinary residents.

Someone had the idea to give everyone ten thousand credits and tell them to spend the day protesting in front of the Crystal Palace." Ziye couldn't help but laugh. "That’s a great idea.

It would be even better if they smashed the Crystal Palace; we could use the opportunity to rescue Tang Wen." Little Sprout looked at her with disdain. "With your skinny arms and legs? It would be better to send Red Hair." Just as Ziye was about to retort, she suddenly thought of something, clenched her right fist, and smacked it into her left palm with a snap.

She stood up, exclaiming, "How did I not think of finding Red Hair? I’m an idiot!" Dozai, who had been resting on her thigh, hadn't expected her sudden movement and rolled off onto the carpet, landing flat on its back.

It grunted and struggled to flip over, but it was too plump and just couldn't manage.

Seeing this, Little Sprout felt a sharp pang in her heart. "Mama Ziye! How could you hurt my son?" Ziye quickly picked it up and placed it on the sofa, then dialed Red Hair’s number on her SilverCom, asking immediately, "Sister Zihong, where are you?" Red Hair, a cigarette dangling from her lips, propped her legs up on a table.

She glanced sideways at Ziye, removed the cigarette, and crushed it out. "Oh, the little brat is calling me 'sister' now.

You must need a favor, right?" Ziye nodded. "It's very important.

It's about Teacher Tang Wen." Red Hair put her legs down and sat up straight. "I knew it.

Your alien just came to see me a moment ago.

It’s about this matter." Ziye was surprised. "What did he ask you to do?" Red Hair didn't answer, leisurely taking a sip from her water cup. "Oh, by the way, I need to thank you for that incident with the transport ship.

If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to escape involvement in that either." Ziye's face darkened. "Please don't jump topics so fast!" Red Hair shrugged, pouting her red lips. "Regarding Tang Wen, the alien and I both agreed on the strategy of 'besiege Wei to rescue Zhao.' I was planning to find a few people to blow up the Nyia-12 Space Station, but that guy didn't agree." Ziye: -_-||| Could you come up with an even cruder method? Red Hair spread her hands. "Or do you want a tactic like the Tama Pirate Gang? Although I did teach those idiots from Tama, I definitely didn't instruct them to be that idiotic." Recalling the invitation letter sent by the Tama Pirates, Ziye couldn't help but smile. "So what method did the alien agree to use?" Red Hair gave a mysterious smile. "Soon.

It should start playing out in about five minutes, and the interstellar broadcast will cover it in ten.

Just sit back and watch." Ziye checked the time.

Five minutes? Good.

That was just enough time for her to eat a meal.

Ziye finished her food with unprecedented speed.

She tossed the utensils to the cleaning robot, and just as she finished washing her hands, Little Sprout shouted, "It’s such a spectacular procession! Ziye, come look!" Ziye rushed out and saw the light screen filled with dense crowds and countless flags waving everywhere.

Thousands of mag-lev vehicles and hundreds of airships hovered mid-air.

At a glance, it looked as if they had been overrun by crows.

She couldn't help but gasp. "What is this situation?" Little Sprout pointed toward the very front.

Four massive banners, unfurled by four airships and four mag-lev vehicles, displayed six large characters: Fia, Return Our Human Rights! The background of the banners was white, the characters were black, and at the end was the seal of the Human Rights Organization, followed by countless names.

Most of the flags and banners behind them carried similar slogans.

It was a human rights organization demonstration.

Ziye froze for a moment, then suddenly slapped the table and burst into laughter.

This move was ruthless.

An Junlie truly lived up to being the leader of the Angel Domain.

To think of such a method! Because of the Tang Wen incident, major interstellar media outlets had all focused on Nyia.

Frustrated by their inability to get close to the Crystal Palace, this demonstration instantly drew all the media attention along with the procession.

Fia was now under immense public scrutiny and didn't even have the chance to chase them away; she also had to dedicate significant energy to placating these demonstrators.

The procession was mixed with people from various legions and factions.

Even if Fia knew what was happening, she could only grit her teeth and swallow the insult.

Most importantly, with so many people blocking the entrance, Fia couldn't do anything to Tang Wen, which, in a sense, guaranteed his safety.

A major characteristic of demonstrations is the sheer number of people.

Since the media's focus was on the protest, the direction of public opinion would naturally shift toward the demonstration.

They might start digging up Fia's history of human rights violations, and if someone strategically leaked information to the media, the narrative would completely flip.

Tang Wen could use this demonstration to break free from Fia's control and gradually fade from public view.

By then, Tang Wen would be out of the picture. "Did you see that, little brat?" Red Hair messaged her via SuperCom, her tone full of approval. "An Junlie really is the boss of the Angel Domain—he can wield all sorts of tools and people at will.

Honestly, I didn't expect him to organize all this so comprehensively in under half an hour.

A compliment to him." Hearing this, Ziye couldn't have been happier, as if all of Red Hair’s praise was directed at her.

She replied proudly, "Naturally.

When has the alien ever disappointed us?" Red Hair chuckled, not exposing her thin veneer of pride, and teased, "Not bad, he is a good man.

You better hold onto him tightly; he has admirers ranging from centenarian grandmothers to five-year-old lolis." For some reason, Ziye's face suddenly flushed crimson.

She covered her face, saying, "That's not the main point right now!" She immediately changed the subject. "What if this escalates and can't be resolved?" Red Hair shrugged indifferently. "Everything eventually concludes, it just depends on the manner.

We'll just watch." Ziye softly murmured an assent.

The situation had already evolved to this point; whether it was a prank or chaos, the water had become impossibly murky.

Whoever emerged victorious would depend on their strength.

Ziye sat down and reviewed the entire sequence of events.

The pressure she felt was gone, and her view of the situation had changed dramatically; surprisingly, she found it somewhat humorous.

Just as everyone’s attention was fixed on the demonstration, the silent Kaga quietly issued a statement strongly supporting Tang Wen.

The statement read that no one is perfect; who is without fault? Tang Wen is busy with design work every day and neglects his personal affairs, which is why he didn't notice the component had expired.

This actually demonstrates his dedication to his work.

Regarding the minor issue of using an expired component for driving, the public is asked to extend a degree of tolerance.

Tang Wen is a professor at Kaga, and Kaga takes full responsibility for this incident involving the expired component, apologizing to Fia and the vast residents of the galaxy, and guaranteeing that no similar incidents will ever happen again.

Regarding the Interstellar Federation's termination of Tang Wen's contract, Kaga deeply regrets it and states that they will absolutely not allow a minor issue to cause discord.

Kaga will always serve as his strong backing.

...

The statement was pages long, well-reasoned, and emotionally charged.

In essence, it boiled down to three sentences.

First sentence: An issue as small as using an expired identification can cause days of uproar? Fia, are you afraid people won't know how petty you are? Second sentence: Tang Wen is a professor at Kaga, he belongs to Kaga.

Argue amongst yourselves all you want; you will never succeed.

Third sentence: Interstellar Federation, you were the one who abandoned Tang Wen, so don't blame me! Those watching the spectacle had long forgotten the original cause of the uproar.

They simply felt that Kaga's words were reasonable and fair, and most people now viewed Kaga as the truly generous party, the one truly solving the problem, which inadvertently increased their goodwill toward Kaga by several notches.

Those who understood the dynamics—everyone vying for Tang Wen—looked dejected and dispersed, realizing their efforts had only paved the way for another.

As for the Interstellar Federation, a lump of bitterness lodged in their throats, impossible to spit out or swallow, nearly driving them mad with anger.

Not only did they have to pay huge breach-of-contract fees, but they had also lost the designer holding core technological secrets.

Could they maintain their strategically leading position in weapon technology in the future? If classified materials were leaked due to Tang Wen’s departure, that would be even more terrifying! In summary: In this great age of the galaxy, there is no right or wrong—only the strong survive.

The Interstellar Federation held emergency meetings throughout the night, desperately seeking a countermeasure...

After Tang Wen’s issue was resolved, Ziye enjoyed a rare night of sound sleep.

As soon as she woke up, she received a notification from the school, requesting her presence at the Kaga Public Relations Office for a discussion.

Ziye was still pondering the meaning of the email when official personnel from Kaga arrived by airship to pick her up.

The envoy was a kind-faced middle-aged man who explained, "Professor Tang Wen is a formally appointed professor at our university.

He has suffered an unwarranted ordeal and has been detained by Fia for a week.

The school has successfully secured his bail.

As his student, he would surely be delighted if you came with us to welcome him back." Ziye had planned to visit him over the weekend anyway, so having the school send a vessel was perfect.

She quickly packed, grabbed Little Sprout, and followed the officials to the assembly point at Kaga ① Space Station.

When she arrived, she was surprised to find she wasn't the only student there.

Li Chunyu, Du Shuangyu, **, Aikesibente, and others were all present.

Kaga has dozens of universities across the Kaga Galaxy.

At a glance, there were nearly a hundred students wearing school uniforms of various colors from every institution.

Ziye inwardly felt that something was amiss.

Was it necessary to dispatch five cruisers, dozens of staff members, and over a hundred students just to receive one person, Tang Wen?

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