Chapter 342: Global Broadcast
The pedestrians in Universal Square had frozen in place. This was a moment from the distant past.
"World Administrators? Are you from the Illusion Tribe? How should I address you?"
Gu He studied the squad of uniformed personnel ahead. They felt entirely different from that middle-aged Food-Making Eccentric.
"We only live in this world, but we know of the Illusion Tribe. We just aren't completely clear on your uniqueness, Mr. Gu," the squad's middle-aged leader replied. He clearly didn't handle situations like this often; it might have even been his first time.
Gu He got the gist of it. "Do World Administrators have clearance levels too?"
"Yes, based on clearance levels," the middle-aged man said. "It has nothing to do with being from the Illusion Tribe. It's based on seniority, and our duty is to protect our home. Mr. Gu, you may be from the Illusion Tribe, but you and your friends still have to follow the rules."
Blood threads surged from Xing Tong's hands, thrashing with a buzzing hiss. "Hey, my Boss asked for your damn name."
"Xing Tong," Gu He chided. "Where are your manners?"
Xing Tong let out a quiet "oh."