A public trial would be held soon!
"What?!"
"They really arrested them?!"
"Oh my God, they actually did it!"
Countless hands shot up at once. Reporters shoved forward desperately, shouting questions in every language.
The clicking of shutters merged into a roar, and the flashes nearly drowned the podium.
Mr. Wang ignored those waving arms.
His gaze swept across the crowd, then, unhurriedly—
Settled on the W reporter in the front row, who was practically jumping out of his seat.
He raised his chin slightly.
The W reporter from the Liberty Times immediately stood up, his voice sharp and trembling with rage:
"Mr. Wang! You call yourselves a nation of etiquette, an army of righteousness, and yet you have done something like this!
"This is blatant terrorism!
"Where do you place the United Nations Charter?
"Where do you place international law? Where do you place the spirit of humanitarianism?!"
He panted heavily, his face flushed red, even the hand holding his recorder trembling.
The entire press hall fell silent. Everyone waited for Mr. Wang's answer.
Mr. Wang looked at him.
One second.
Two seconds.
Then Mr. Wang nodded lightly, his tone as calm as if he were commenting on the nice weather:
"Mm, we understand. Next question."
The W reporter froze.
His mouth hung open, his recorder still raised, the rage on his face congealing into an expression of utter disbelief.
(⊙▽⊙)!!!
That was it? Just that?
"We understand"???
People beside him had already begun whispering, and someone could not help laughing aloud.
The W reporter shook with rage and tried to say something more, but the microphone had already been moved away by a staff member.
He could only stand there red-faced, like an angry statue.
At that moment, a Reuters reporter stood up.
"Mr. Wang, Footpan Chicken recently