At first, the crowd listened quietly. But as Feng Mountain's impromptu speech went on, their expressions shifted from initial fervent admiration to firm resolve.
Feng Mountain suddenly raised his voice, "Let's stop being an ignored community! Let's work together to break the shackles that bind us!"
The echo from the speakers was still reverberating through the air.
A wave of thunderous applause and shouts erupted from the crowd.
"That's right! We're with Khilla! Break the shackles!"
"Khilla! Break the shackles!"
"Khilla! Overthrow capitalism!"
On stage, Feng Mountain was still secretly patting himself on the back for his impromptu speech.
But then he heard the crowd's passionate, soaring cries.
'Wait, that's not right. Why are their chants getting more and more extreme?'
'This is pushing me into the fire!'
Standing on the stage, cold sweat beaded on Feng Mountain's forehead. He tried to grab the microphone again to regain control of the situation.
