Yang Fan turned his head and saw a familiar face.
It was the middle-aged female neighbor from Building Twelve.
Earlier, she had scorned him for having no parents, and then ended up quite embarrassed by the snow falling from the rooftop.
This woman somehow got hold of a loudspeaker and was shouting hoarsely in accusation.
"The Linjiang City Hall owes Yue Bay District an explanation, owes the residents of the whole city an explanation!"
Her words were extremely provocative, perfectly resonating with the hidden thoughts of many.
The crowd became instantly excited, and many began shouting along.
"That's right!"
"We want an explanation!"
The personnel sent by the city hall to distribute supplies, facing the agitated crowd, were like a few boats facing a stormy sea, appearing exceptionally powerless.
Yang Fan was left speechless.
This is a natural disaster, not a man-made one, no one owes you an explanation!
Through his crow partner, he could see very clearly that the officials were working overnight to repair the power facilities, even the snow hadn't stopped them.
Giant babies!
The middle-aged woman raised her right arm forcefully, her hand tightly clenched into a fist, her voice becoming sharper: "We need more supply packages, at least ten supply packages per person!"
The crowd followed and shouted.
"We want supply packages!"
"Ten supply packages per person!"
Yang Fan shook his head slightly: "As expected."
Worldly matters are nothing but fame and fortune.
He had long guessed that the woman was actively stirring up trouble among the community residents to get more living supplies.
But the problem is, if the city hall meets Yue Bay District's demands, shouldn't other communities also get ten supply packages per person?
If not, it's clearly unfair.
If so, Linjiang City definitely doesn't have that capability.
Because the vast majority of goods are directly controlled by the Great Xia Kingdom's highest administrative office.
Yang Fan could even imagine, according to past practices, to quickly quell the disturbances, leaders like the middle-aged woman were likely to receive extra benefits.
The entrance of the community was completely in chaos.
After igniting the spark, the residents' demands for more supply packages converged into a torrent.
The official responsible for the matter, Zou Jinghui, stood atop the truck, looking bewildered and helpless.
He had tried to explain, but his voice was swallowed by countless shouts, no one heard him.
Zou Jinghui faced the scene with a pale face, suddenly feeling a strong sense of absurdity.
The city's management saw the serious disaster in Linjiang City and at the risk of being questioned from above, forcibly grabbed a batch of supplies from Great Xia Business Communication.
Later, after discussion, they decided to distribute them freely to all residents in supply package form.
Zou Jinghui never expected that giving things for free would cause such a big trouble.
He couldn't help but think: "If the city hadn't struggled to procure supplies, wouldn't this mess have happened?"
The answer was obvious.
Zou Jinghui was very confused: "Clearly we worked hard, trying to fight the disaster, why did things turn out like this?"
"Bang!"
A loud explosion.
Zou Jinghui snapped back to reality.
He was startled to see an old man with gray hair, who had found a wooden stick from somewhere, smashing it hard against the truck.
"Ten supply packages per person, hurry up and give them to Laozi!"
The old man's eyes carried a hysterical fervor.
Zou Jinghui instantly had a premonition—something big was going to happen!
Another thought inexplicably flashed through his mind: "No wonder the first clause of the Great Xia Emergency Bill is the conscription of twenty million soldiers."
With global disasters frequent, without sufficient military force, maintaining social order is indeed impossible.
"Bang! Bang!"
The truck was smashed heavily again.
Some residents' shouts became dangerous.
"Break the door open!"
"We'll take them ourselves!"
Zou Jinghui's heart sank deeply.
It's over!
He had already anticipated what was going to happen next—door breaking, looting, trampling, deaths.
On the outskirts of the crowd.
Yang Fan's brow furrowed tightly, he truly hadn't expected things would evolve into violent looting.
He glanced at the children in the crowd being squeezed back and forth, at the terrified faces, and firmly decided to intervene.
The situation was infinitely close to getting out of control, and besides him, no one else on site had the ability to prevent tragedy.
He was entirely capable of handling this group of troublemakers without exposing himself.
Yang Fan gazed at the most tumultuous spot in the crowd and quietly issued an order.
A Spirit Crow perched in the community's perimeter green belt swiftly vibrated its wings and swooped toward this direction.
At the same moment.
Yang Fan's mind moved slightly.
A mark resembling a branch silently appeared at the position of his chest.
It was the Thunder Branch.
Yang Fan stepped forward with his right foot, and the Thunder Branch trembled slightly.
A red electric arc instantly flowed from beneath his feet into the ground, moved to the target area, and then silently exploded.
Centered at the explosion point, an intriguing spectacle unfolded.
The hair of over three hundred residents around stood up in unison, turning them into a mass of Afros.
They felt a tingling sensation all over their bodies, with an electric shock pain emanating from various parts, completely losing control over their limbs.
The almost boiling atmosphere was suddenly rapidly cooled.
All sounds came to an abrupt halt.
Everyone stared blankly at this scene.
Only Yang Fan was greatly satisfied: "With my current strength, claiming to be a 'Magnetic Storm Infantry' is definitely not an issue."
The Spirit Crow happened to glide over the crowd.
If the authorities investigated afterward, they would definitely believe it was Mr. Spirit Crows who did the deed.
A second passed.
A shout echoed from the community gate: "There's a power leak underground, everyone quickly disperse."
The residents snapped back to reality and scattered with a boom.
Although some people accidentally fell in a panic, since the crowd dispersed outward, a stampede was avoided, and thus no one was injured.
Yang Fan, mixed among the crowd, appropriately displayed a look of terror.
He turned around without hesitation and quickly walked towards Building Twelve, where his home was located.
On top of the truck.
Zou Jinghui was also affected by the electric arc, but to a lesser degree, with only a slight tingling sensation in his feet.
The guy immediately shouted: "Quickly report to the Patrol Police Station, something's happened at Yue Bay District!
Yet in his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief.
No stampede occurred, which was really great.
Zou Jinghui's gaze swept over the crowd, firmly remembering the face of a middle-aged woman.
He gritted his teeth: "Just now you deliberately fanned the flames, do you really think Laozi couldn't see it?"
Zou Jinghui recalled the strange current, feeling a bit uncertain: "Could it be a Superpower User?"
*
"Bang!"
Yang Fan closed his door, muttering: "Standing outside so long, my hands and feet are freezing, such a loss."
With a movement of his right hand, he retrieved a bag of Odd Flavored Beans from the Space Pearl, tore open the package, and popped one into his mouth.
"Crunch!"
Yang Fan chewed and murmured: "Home is still the best."
He spread an electric blanket and lazily lay on the sofa, enthusiastically watching the commotion.
Of course.
The way he watched the commotion was quite unique.
Yang Fan activated his superpower, issuing a command: "Black Forty-Eight, head to the Patrol Police Station."
"Caw!"
Soon.
Yang Fan saw a dozen riot control vehicles forming a long line, speeding towards Yue Bay District.
"Crunch!"
He took another bite of the Odd Flavored Bean, muttering: "The authorities should have recognized the situation earlier and acted decisively when necessary."
Although the authorities would investigate everyone present, he was clean as a whistle, and they had no reason to suspect him.
The most "noteworthy" part of his personal history was making a killing in the stock market.
Later, he tried starting a supermarket but lost a lot of money and then traveled all over the country.
These things.
He did very cautiously.
Yang Fan didn't think the authorities would associate a young man who enjoyed experimenting with a Superpower User.
After all, the authorities are composed of living people, not gods, and can't see through everything.
*
After a quarter of an hour.
A large number of personnel arrived at Yue Bay District, forcibly dispersing the crowd at the gate.
Faced with fully armed patrol officers, no resident dared to cause trouble, nor did anyone have the gall to attack the truck, so they all obediently dispersed.
The authorities immediately canceled the free distribution of material packs, and quickly drove away the trucks full of them.
Zou Jinghui headed straight for Building Twelve and knocked on the door of room 501.
"Knock! Knock!"
He knocked with considerable force, almost quite literally banging, as if venting his inner anger.
A sharp female voice quickly came from inside: "Who the hell is crazy, knocking on our door."
The door promptly opened.
A middle-aged woman stood with her hands on her hips at the entrance, looking aggressive: "If our door gets damaged, you'll be responsible..."
The words were cut short.
Her voice suddenly dropped.
Because she saw several patrol officers standing behind him.
Zou Jinghui coldly asked: "Are you Fang Shufen?"
The middle-aged woman appeared slightly wary: "Yes, I am."
Her tone climbed another notch: "What do you want to do?"
Zou Jinghui didn't reply, but took a step back.
A head patrol officer stepped forward and calmly said: "Ms. Fang Shufen, you are accused of 'endangering public safety', please come with us for investigation."