On the red carpet, countless flashing cameras went off in rising and falling bursts.
It was practically like some kind of press conference, only even livelier. The once-every-four-years Wasteland Sea Rally Race was naturally a massive torrent of traffic, and who knew how many people wanted to come share a little of that exposure. But unlike the traffic stars who took half an hour to walk a one-meter red carpet, Ji Jue simply strolled through, at most giving the press section a wave. He could not be bothered to respond to their calls.
"At least put on an act."
Ye Chun sighed beside him. "It's troublesome to offend reporters. You'll have to spend money on PR to get articles taken down... Those bloodsuckers are exceptionally good at exploiting any opening."
"Doesn't matter. Once I'm done with all this, I don't plan on doing it anymore anyway."
Ji Jue smiled without a care.
How capable did they think they were, coming to his doorstep to pick a fight?
Did they think he wasn't a fine piece of jade?
Behind the flashes, the reporters drafting their stories suddenly felt a chill run through their bodies. They sensed those seemingly casual eyes glance their way, carrying a half-smile.
There was something in that look of looking down on them, of contempt.
Yet, unexpectedly, they could not bring themselves to fly into a rage. Instead... a chill spread through their entire bodies.
"Delete it." The veteran reporter smoking beside him glanced at the newcomer's camera. "This article can't be published."
"With this much buzz, wouldn't it be a waste not to stir up some pulling?" the newcomer asked in confusion. "If we hype it up, who knows how much traffic it'll bring?"
"Fine, publish it yourself."
The veteran reporter smiled, as kindly as if