Starting from the Planetary Governor

Just as Kroc was sharing his thoughts, becoming more and more earnest, a "creak" was heard as the massive doors of the circular council hall were flung open.

Kroc stopped speaking and turned around furiously.

The doors to the meeting hall were located directly behind the podium where he had just been making his impassioned speech.

It wasn't exactly a secret meeting today, but it was certainly important enough. He had explicitly ordered that there be no disturbances during the meeting. There was supposed to be someone guarding the doors to the meeting hall, so who dared to interrupt the meeting at this time?

However, upon seeing who had arrived, the angry curse on the tip of his tongue was swallowed back.

The newcomer was Jason Morgan, an unremarkable middle-aged man with a slight paunch, not very tall, and his face always wore a rather friendly smile, nothing out of the ordinary.

Yet he still managed to send a chill down the spine of Kroc, who was plotting a big move, feeling full of schemes and knowledge.

Of course, it wasn't that Jason Morgan himself possessed any kind of magical power.

It was because behind Jason Morgan stood a symbol of an invincible power, one that could only be dealt with in the shadows.

And now, the shadowy plotting was laid bare in the sunlight.

Kroc struggled to come up with a plan, anything at all, but his mind was blank, as if triggering some physiological mechanism had caused his brain to freeze.

Jason's face still bore that friendly smile as he took a few steps forward, standing in front of Kroc, and said, "The Mutual Aid Congress, huh? Not having observers present doesn't comply with the rules for calling a committee meeting."

Kroc managed to force a smile.

He thought of spewing harsh words and even considered calling people over to arrest the intruding Jason Morgan or even kill him on the spot.

However, after hesitating, all he could say was, "We haven't had the chance to notify... Mr. Morgan, weren't you inspecting the disease prevention work in the next park? If we had known you were here, we would certainly have invited you..."

Morgan waved his hand dismissively, "Ah, I see, but no matter. The timing now is just right. On my way here, I saw quite a few militiamen armed to the teeth. I thought I might encounter some trouble on my way in, but no one stopped me, and quite a few comrades from the militia even followed along behind me."

As he said this, he gestured behind him.

A squad of armed militiamen entered.

Morgan turned his head again, facing Kroc, and continued, "Just now, I think I overheard something about 'non-violent non-cooperation', 'we must consider ways of loyalty'..."

At this point, that friendly smile on Morgan's face seemed quite sinister to Kroc.

"What a coincidence, although I'm not sure what 'non-violent non-cooperation' means, I am a graduate from the advance class at Wind-Extinguishing Zhongsi Academy, having received direct instruction from the governor himself. I think I'm the most qualified here to discuss what loyalty means."

"The way of loyalty, in my view, is not up for debate. Even these militiamen comrades behind me, who can hardly recognize a few characters, deeply understand this truth:"

"The best way to be loyal is to remain absolutely loyal. And loyalty that is not absolute is absolutely disloyal."

Jason Morgan adjusted the red cap on his head, completely suppressing all smiles, and looked sternly at everyone present: "I'd like to know, just how many people still wish to discuss further the way of loyalty?"