Several reporters rushed over to Jiang Hao. The cameraman aimed the camera at him, while the host crouched down and asked with concern, "Are you all right?"
"I don't feel very good. No, I feel terrible," Jiang Hao said miserably.
His spiritual power had been drained, and the aftereffects of the Rage Skill had kicked in. His entire body felt weak and sore. He truly was not feeling well, and he did not want to deal with these reporters either, so he used that as an excuse to brush them off.
"I've already called the police. The ambulance will be here soon. That was really dangerous just now. Our car was right behind yours, and we saw the entire accident clearly. Luckily, you escaped from the ambulance. Otherwise, the consequences would have been terrifying," the host said.
As he spoke, the reporter glanced once more at the accident scene still burning in the distance.
Turning back to Jiang Hao, the reporter said, "My name is Matthew, and I'm a CNN reporter. May I interview you? A lot of people want to know exactly how the plane crash happened. You know, after an air disaster, countless people pay attention to it."
What the hell did other people's interest have to do with him?
Jiang Hao looked at the camera, then at Matthew, and after catching his breath, said, "Mr. Reporter, don't you think I should be going to the hospital for treatment right now?"
Matthew blinked. "But you look mentally fine to me. Our car was parked nearby just now, and we saw you escape from the ambulance. I'd say, judging by how fast you ran, even Bolt probably couldn't have caught you."
Jiang Hao pointed toward the distant blaze, his face full of bitterness. "I was running for my life,