"I understand, Oshen, you don't need to worry."
"Calm down, Li Aozi, don't act impulsively. These people are just misled..."
"I have a way."
Li Aozi calmly walked up to the city wall, overlooking the mob on the ground, and said:
"I am Li Aozi, the Imperial Emperor. Do you have anything to discuss with me?"
His response was a Molotov cocktail, landing accurately on the parapet in front of Li Aozi, instantly igniting into a massive fireball.
Then, a few youths, looking like intellectuals, stepped out from the crowd, holding detailed petitions, and raised a loudspeaker:
"Tyrant Leoz, we are a volunteer group representing the people's most pressing interests. You have long ignored the people's cries, and now the people are giving you the final ultimatum. If you don't meet our conditions, we will—"
"It seems you are no longer willing to talk to me."
In the flames, Li Aozi's face twisted continuously. He refused to listen to the people's cries, simply nodded, and said:
