No One Understands Wallfacing Better Than Me

"Stop spacing out. I have my own arrangements." Lin Feng urged the guard.

The guard remembered Lin Feng's identity as a Wallfacer.

Oh, I get it. Mr. Wallfacer is carrying out his work right now...

"Understood, Mr. Taylor."

With that, the guard no longer hesitated and quickly turned to leave.

Before long, amid the astonished and bewildered stares of reporters from all kinds of media outlets, Lin Feng sat down on a high-backed chair the guard had somehow found.

Hmm, it even had a long backrest. Later, he would have to commend that guard for his efficiency.

Fully satisfied, Lin Feng began his opening remarks.

"First, I'd like to welcome everyone here. As a gift for our first meeting, I'll give you all tomorrow's headline right now..."

"No one understands wallfacing better than me!"

The entire press hall fell so silent that even the sound of breathing vanished. It was terrifyingly quiet.

That silence lasted for one second. The next moment, every reporter present began furiously recording Lin Feng's words with whatever tool they had for taking notes.

News thrived on topics and sensationalism. Since Lin Feng had taken the initiative to throw out such a topic, those wolfish reporters naturally had no reason to miss it. If they did, they would probably be fired the next day.

The reporters were like model students scribbling away with all their might. Seeing this, Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction. This was exactly the effect he wanted.

"Today, I will announce my Wallfacer Plan to all of you."

"My Wallfacer Plan is to use the physical properties of Macro Electron for energy storage... blah blah blah..."

"...blah blah... As long as the plan proceeds smoothly, centuries from now, this electrical energy accumulated over hundreds of years will become a powerful strategic asset for crushing the Trisolaran Fleet!"

Lin Feng spoke with such fervor that it gave people the illusion humanity was about to win. Yet among the reporters, a discordant voice still emerged.

"That cannot guarantee the destruction of the Trisolaran Fleet, sir."

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and followed the voice. Before him was a blonde, blue-eyed female reporter.

She was very beautiful. Her long hair fell in loose waves, and her black suit gave the immediate impression of being highly capable.

Yet Lin Feng's gaze remained utterly calm in the face of such a beautiful reporter. Back when he had merely been rich, he had seen more than enough beauties. He had attended countless lavish banquets, cruise ship feasts, and celebrity parties—he was long past being impressed.

"Ma'am, then do you have a plan to destroy the Trisolaran Fleet?" Lin Feng asked.

"This... I don't."

The female reporter faltered. She had no answer to Lin Feng's retort. If she herself could think of a way to resolve the Dark Forest Crisis, then she, not Lin Feng, would be standing on that stage.

Lin Feng shot her a sidelong glance, showing no intention of going easy on her because of her gender.

"Then why are you yapping? The energy I'm talking about isn't being collected from human society. It's being obtained from the natural environment. Nature's energy is limitless."

"I already said it: no one understands wallfacing better than me. Don't pretend to know what you don't!"

"..."

The female reporter stood there with her mouth slightly open. So did the other reporters present, all of them staring at Lin Feng in shock.

Only then did they realize how this Wallfacer Substitute differed from the previous Wallfacer.

The press conference was being broadcast live. Every action and word of a Wallfacer was made public to the people. As a public figure, openly lashing out at a reporter could have a huge impact and might even damage his reputation.

"Any other questions?" Lin Feng asked.

"No."

The female reporter sat down decisively. Though she still had many questions in her heart, she did not ask them.

She felt that even if she did ask, she would get no answer. All he had to do was throw out, "No one understands wallfacing better than me," and every one of her questions would be shut down.

One reporter raised his hand, and Lin Feng signaled for him to speak.

"So, what is your question?" Lin Feng asked.

"Mr. Taylor, could you share your view on the inherently dictatorial nature of Wallfacers? Do you also intend to follow your father's example and pass the position of Wallfacer down to your descendants? Will Wallfacers become 'emperors' in our free and democratic world? Many people are worried about this."

A string of questions, but all of them pointed directly at one core issue—Wallfacers were dictators!

It was sharp, even openly hostile.

Lin Feng could not be bothered to show mercy to someone like this.

"You really have asked an excellent question, Mr. Reporter..."

His smile slowly faded, and Lin Feng's expression gradually turned serious.

Noticing the change, the reporter who had asked the question vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

However, thinking Lin Feng would not do anything excessive in such a public setting, he forced himself to remain calm. After all, this was a live broadcast.

Unfortunately, he would soon regret that thought.

"Guards! Seize him! He's a member of ETO!" Lin Feng shouted, pointing at the reporter.

In an instant, everyone except Lin Feng had their brains short-circuit.

The first to react were the guards assigned to protect the press conference. Having received military training, their mental fortitude surpassed that of ordinary people.

Several of them immediately rushed forward and, in just a few moves, restrained the reporter, who had yet to snap out of his daze.

"No! I'm not! Let me go!"

Only after being restrained by several people did the reporter react, struggling in panic.

But there was no way he could break free. Every guard holding him was stronger than he was and had undergone professional military training.

It was like a level-one beginner leaving the starting village and getting surrounded by several level-hundred bosses. Other than surrendering, there was no other choice—at least physically.

As he struggled, the reporter looked at Lin Feng on the stage in shock and fury, loudly demanding an explanation.

"Why are you arresting me? What evidence do you have that I'm a member of ETO?!"

Lin Feng answered with a cold sneer. "I'm not a cop. Why would I need evidence to arrest someone?"

"Then this is slander! I'll sue you in court!"

Hearing that threat, Lin Feng looked at him with great pity.

"What kind of ridiculous daydream are you having? This is part of the plan."

The moment those words left his mouth, the reporter's pupils contracted sharply. He was not stupid; of course he understood what Lin Feng meant.

So what if he truly was innocent?

So what if the court truly upheld justice?

This was part of the Wallfacer Plan. What court would dare defy a Wallfacer's plan?

The reporter swallowed in terror, drenched in cold sweat. Even his voice trembled.

"You... you..."

After stammering for a long time, the reporter still could not think of any way to save himself. All he could do was curse in resentment and rage.

"So having power makes you great? Having power means you can do whatever you want?!"

Lin Feng nodded as if it were only natural. One hand pressed against the podium, he leaned forward slightly and looked down at the reporter below the stage, speaking words no one present could have imagined even in their dreams.

"Sorry, but having power really does make you great. It really does mean you can do whatever you want."

The reporters' understanding of Lin Feng as a Wallfacer was overturned once again. At first, they had thought he was merely somewhat arrogant. Now they could be one hundred percent certain that he was a madman.

Every word and action of his would be shown to the public through the live broadcast. The belief that "Wallfacers are dictators" would inevitably spread among ordinary people.

Even Wallfacers could not silence everyone's voices!