บท 546: A Fateful Encounter

In August, if one wanted to escape the streets of New York that was as hot as the sun, other than the shops and supermarkets along the roads, one could only stay in the shade of the trees, enduring the cricketing of the cicadas.

However, despite the torment of such temperature, thousands of demonstrators still gathered on the Cat Ear Avenue. Under the leadership of a thin-haired, bald, white, old man, they shouted slogans in unison. "The Earth belongs to Earthlings! Get out of our planet, Atlanteans…" while holding placards like 'We are born on this planet; we have the right and obligations to protect it!', 'Eat sh*t, aliens!', 'All politicians are traitors of Earths' ostentatiously in the city.