One day later, third floor of the White Cloud Tavern in Far East City.
At this moment, countless reporters and victims had caught wind of the news and gathered here one after another, practically surrounding the tavern so tightly that not even water could pass through—three layers inside and three layers outside.
"What a lively scene. Who knew this kid had such influence?"
"Lively my ass. We're here to teach that bastard a lesson."
"After disappearing for several months, he's finally shown his face. How could we possibly let him off this time?"
Everyone gritted their teeth as they stared at the stage for the new book launch.
Unlike the people of Far East City, the many reporters present were brimming with anticipation. A huge story was bound to break today. Like sharks that had smelled blood, they had swarmed over; no one loved making a fuss bigger than they did.
"Wu Wudi is out!"
Someone shouted.
At once, they saw Wu Wudi emerge from behind the stage, followed by a large group of bodyguards in black suits. Like a man of the hour, he strode with the gait of a dragon and tiger, imposing and dignified.
Click, click!
Countless reporters immediately took photos, freezing this scene in time.
The people of Far East City were furious. He was nothing but a swindler—what was he putting on airs for? Did he have even the slightest sense of shame? This bastard's skin was so thick that even a Planet-Annihilating Cannon probably couldn't blast through it.
"Hello, everyone. Thank you all for enthusiastically attending my new book launch."
Xia Ping waved a hand, putting on the air of a big star.
Thank your face! We're here to make trouble! Quite a few people glared at Xia Ping through gritted teeth, but since