Feng Ling clenched her fists.
If she had not been mentally prepared for it beforehand, and if it had not been her own idea, she really would have dragged out that reporter named Sang Yin and beaten her up.
Because it was just too vicious!
On one side was a pitiful old man with no one to rely on, desperately needing a Hunter's help. On the other were Hunters with plenty of time and money, dining on upscale meals with their girlfriends. That stark contrast was practically poking at the public's nerves!
Feng Ling admitted that she did want to make a big splash, but Sang Yin had performed far beyond her expectations!
Still feeling indignant, Feng Ling went to complain to Ye Zheng about it.
Ye Zheng offered no opinion. She merely glanced sideways at Feng Ling, her gaze making her look like she was watching a clown.
Feng Ling sighed and looked up at the sky. "I'm still too naive..."
At that very moment, Sang Yin was working overtime at the company to rush out her article, her keyboard nearly sparking from how fast she typed.
Douzi passed Sang Yin's desk on his way out from work and caught sight of the striking title on her computer document: "The Hunter Community's Collective Blindness Toward Its Social Responsibilities."
The article discussed the entire Hunter community, but it was only one step short of naming Feng Ling outright and accusing her of standing by while someone died.
Douzi hesitated before speaking. "Sang Jie..."
"What is it?" Sang Yin stared at the screen, typing at lightning speed.
Douzi said quietly, "Sis, don't you think what you're doing right now is a bit... uh, like making your bed in a toilet? You're not far from death."
"Quit making puns around me.