He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 57 Li Ji, let's lead the citizens in a charge!

Crowds of people filled the streets, and flags and banners rose from the crowds.

People fired fireworks and threw stones at the military and police.

The shouts continued incessantly.

"Look! It's the vampire boy and the Asian cell phone man!"

People's attention was instantly drawn to them, and they all turned to the two of them.

This phenomenon is like a wave surging from the front of the line to the back.

"Vampire Boy!"

"Asian Cellphone Hero!"

"Vampire Boy!"

"Asian Cellphone Hero!"

"To be honest, I hate this name." Li Ji scratched his face in disgust.

"I quite like it."

Shark Baby, clad in a long robe, excitedly looked around.

They stood in the middle of the road, with excited protesting citizens on their left and silent military and police on their right.

The Marine Corps captain took out his walkie-talkie.

"Sir, the vampire boy and the Asian cell phone man have arrived at City Hall."

"The crowd is now highly agitated, and they may take action."

An elderly male voice with a heavy white accent came from the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"Let's wait and see. If they take any unusual actions, we'll proceed according to the plan."

"The vampire boy is just a cultural symbol pushed out by the KMT."

"The Latino identity is unique and hits the nail on the head regarding the sensitive issues in this incident."

"The citizens that the immigration bureau mistakenly arrested this time are all these people, and their parents may still be in jail."

"The public buys into this."

"So please do not hurt the vampire boy."

The captain asked cautiously, "What about the Asian cell phone guy?"

The person on the walkie-talkie said, "He may be the mastermind behind this incident, but his Asian identity makes him ineffective, and nobody cares about these Asians."

"He used the vampire boy to stir up emotions."

"You should refrain from taking action for now. If the situation escalates into bloodshed and violence, you must arrest the Asian cell phone thug."

"Things shouldn't escalate to that point; no party wants this conflict to worsen. If things get out of control, it won't be good for the whole world."

“We’ve checked their information, but we don’t have any leads yet. I suspect they are illegal immigrants. Do you have any leads you can provide?”

The captain looked at the Land Rover parked in the middle of the road.

"They were driving a Land Rover Range Rover with license plate number 2GAY619."

The officer, reacting instinctively, roared, "That's my son's car! Damn it! That born idiot Jimmy wouldn't get involved in something like this, would he?"

The captain covered the walkie-talkie and glanced around in a panic.

"Sir, they must have stolen Jimmy's car, that's for sure!"

"There are only three of them, besides one more—"

"—A white woman wearing Indigenous clothing?"

The captain's voice rose in surprise.

"Damn it, they're going to destroy American culture."

“Wait, sir. The crowd has quieted down; they're probably about to take action.”

The commotion subsided, and as soon as Li Ji and Sha Bao got out of the car, they were surrounded by them.

"Say something! We need your guidance."

The one who led the shouting was a Mexican man with tattoos running from his feet all the way down to his lower lip.

His name is José, and his younger brother was arrested by immigration officials just yesterday.

Jose looked at the Asian man with a deep, unreadable expression.

Although everyone idolizes the vampire boy, José knows that a child is unlikely to have any ideas, and the real plan lies in the heart of this Asian man.

Asian men, especially those from China, are like this: they appear calm on the surface, but they always have a grand plan in their hearts.

The man looked up, the city lights reflecting on his face.

Jose swallowed hard, waiting for the grand plan to unfold.

"Cough-cough-"

Asians are like this; they cough twice before doing something important.

"In the morning—"

Jose clenched his tattooed fist, his heart pounding with excitement: Was this a recap of the morning's protest? We certainly lacked discipline. "—Who took my phone?"

Everyone was stunned, and they looked at each other in bewilderment.

Everyone egged him on to say something, but Li Ji didn't know what to say. Although he had the idea, he wasn't ready to lead the American uprising.

Most importantly, the teacher has just received a signal from the mimicry ball and has started monitoring.

Now, my every move is under Professor Biyangde's watchful eye.

According to Delulu, this Biyander is an anti-racist.

Because their race had been enslaved by the Barbaradus for 100 years, they especially hated the Barbaradus.

While instigating riots in America himself doesn't violate course rules, there's a fear that Biyangde might use this as an excuse to make a big fuss.

If I were to say that I was leading a social uprising on Earth in order to enter the city hall to collect data on single-parent families, wouldn't that be a little unconvincing?
Jose pulled a black man out of the crowd, took a cell phone from him, and handed it back to Li Ji.

He clasped his hands together in apology: "I'm sorry, sir, I'll kick this guy's ass. Hurry up and give your speech."

Jose understood that Asians, especially those from China, were not good at improvising; they would prepare all their plans in advance.

Their plans are often bombshells, a characteristic of Chinese people, including restaurant owners who work for others.

The Asian mobile phone hero's rebellion plan must be in his phone.

Li Ji held his phone, feeling somewhat incredulous; he hadn't expected to actually find it.

How can an Asian smartphone enthusiast be without a phone?

Seeing the intense gazes of the people around him, Li Ji frankly admitted, "I have no plans."

Everyone was in an uproar.

"Drip."

The mimicry sphere inside the body sent a signal, ending the monitoring and restoring freedom.

Li Ji raised his arms and shouted, "That's impossible!"

He stepped onto the car and climbed onto the roof.

Looking at the crowds moving about on the street, he felt a surge of emotion; what man wouldn't yearn for such a scene?

The glorious deeds of our predecessors are still vivid in his mind, and today he is going to emulate the heroes of modern times on the other side of the ocean.

"People! How can our actions be limited to this!"

"Do you think throwing stones and setting off fireworks will make them submit?"

The group exchanged bewildered glances, knowing full well the answer to the question.

“These minor frictions are just an outlet for emotions; they shouldn’t cause any serious damage to the other side. The essence of this protest is still ‘nonviolent non-cooperation.’”

"An attempt to force the other side to compromise by paralyzing the city and causing riots."

"Perhaps it worked in the past, but do you really think it will work against such stubborn elements?"

“You’re planning to use ‘non-violent non-cooperation,’ but they never intended to cooperate with you in the first place. They’d love for you to leave the factory and stop working!”

"When they need workers, you come and build America."

"Now that they don't need workers anymore, they're kicking you out!"

"Is this still the American spirit? Is this still the American dream you yearn for?"

Everyone was talking about it.

José raised his hand and shouted, "Then what should we do?"

"What should we do? Of course, we should storm into City Hall and show the United States the beliefs and attitudes of the American people."

"Everyone has the freedom to enter public areas, so why can't we?"

"Let's storm the city hall!"

Li Ji raised his arm and shouted, and the previously noisy crowd immediately calmed down.

People lowered their heads, not daring to look at him, and even the flags that were originally waving shrank a little.

Several black men went to throw stones at the group of police officers from a distance, and then ran away.

The protesters resumed their usual pattern, engaging in passionate brawls, but no one dared to take a step forward.

Looking at the group of guys in front of him, Li Ji felt a surge of indignation.

"What happened to the free America we're talking about? Shootings happen every day."

"They all become cowards when faced with trouble, only daring to throw shurikens from 800 miles away."

"How can we possibly mess up, no, how can we govern America properly with a bunch of insects like you!"

Li Ji climbed down from the roof of the car and silently opened the car door.

Since the American people are not enlightened, and the mass line approach is not working, we have to find another way.

"The vampire boy charged forward!"

Li Ji turned around abruptly and saw Shark Bao headbutt a Marine, sending him flying 3 meters away.

(End of this chapter)