Questions Built on Assumptions

There had already been seven or eight bodyguards stationed around the gate. When the Martial Arts Association and the Wu Family arrived with a swarm of reporters, another seven or eight were brought in to keep order.

"Mr. Zhang, we've heard you're hiding the person who injured President Yin of the Martial Arts Association at the Zhang Family villa. How do you explain that?"

A young reporter in a suit, impeccably dressed, fired the question at Zhang Daoru the moment he reached the gate.

The question was loaded. It assumed Zhang Yang was the one who had injured President Yin without asking why the fight had started or what had happened. No reporter with professional standards should have been so careless.

Zhang Daoru did not consider the question worth answering. At least, he was in no hurry to state his position. He merely smiled, awkward but polite, and stopped a meter from the gate. The reporters had already taken center stage, squeezing the Martial Arts Association and Wu Family members to the outside as they thrust their microphones through the bars.

Faced with a forest of microphones, Zhang Daoru kept smiling. He raised both hands and slowly pressed them downward, signaling for everyone to calm down and ask their questions one at a time.

"Mr. Zhang, President Yin of the Martial Arts Association was injured. According to a source, the person who attacked him is hiding at the Zhang Family home. Is that true?"

Another reporter followed with essentially the same question.

"Friends in the press, you're all experienced reporters. Things are not as you've been told. Those so-called sources may well be the people who schemed to have you block the Zhang Family's gate today."

"I know you've been misled. You've already made up your minds, and that's why