"Deny it... What did you say!?" Zhang Cheng looked up in astonishment at Bai Ye's smiling face.
The protesters' momentum faltered. They had long been poised and ready; if Bai Ye dared deny it, they would immediately launch into condemnation. All sorts of insults were already at the tips of their tongues, yet he had admitted it.
The breath caught in their throats made their chests feel stifled.
As expected of a reporter from a major news agency, Zhang Cheng recovered his composure after a brief moment of shock, a flash of delight passing through his eyes.
Admitting it was good! Although the backup draft I prepared is useless now, the goal has been achieved.
What Zhang Cheng's backers wanted was to nail Bai Ye to the pillar of shame and make him the target of universal condemnation.
"Mr. Bai, aside from the accusations above, we also suspect that the death of Lu Yunxiao, Apocalypse's former chairman, was connected to you!"
Bai Ye looked at the utterly confident Zhang Cheng, quite surprised. You know about that too?
Zhang Cheng sneered inwardly. This money was too easy to earn. Smearing some brat was child's play for a top reporter.
As he thought this, a lofty, pitying look flashed through his eyes. After all, only the person falsely accusing you knew just how wronged you truly were.
Kid, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for offending too many people. Don't blame me for framing you.
Zhang Cheng paused, and his gaze suddenly became razor-sharp, even aggressive.
He said righteously, "Everyone knows that Lu Yunxiao was deeply connected to you. The reason you were able to transform from a Wastelander into a citizen of Dawn City was entirely due to Lu Yunxiao's arrangements.
He even gave you a Genetic Potion injection