After spending some time on the subway, Father Phillips arrived at the radio station. Looking at the towering steel building before him, he felt a little wistful. He had always thought he would spend his entire life in the church, and had never dreamed that he would one day come to a place like this.
"Father Phillips? Please come with me."
A staff member outside spotted Father Phillips and hurried over to greet him. Only then did Father Phillips notice the ring of reporters around the station, some holding notebooks, others raising cameras. At his arrival, they surged forward, crowding around him and shouting questions.
"Father Phillips, how are you feeling today?"
"What are your thoughts on the radio debate?"
"Do you think Sir Li Wei's claims are merely attention-seeking, or is there truth to them?"
"Has the church deliberately concealed the truth about demons?"
Faced with these reporters, Father Phillips was at a loss. He had addressed larger crowds when preaching, but none of the faithful had ever rushed up so rudely and surrounded him. Their questions sounded like a jumble of shrieks in his ears, and he could not make out what they were asking.
Fortunately, the station employee was clearly accustomed to this. He pushed through the crowd and hurried Father Phillips inside.
"Sorry. That's just how they are, but they can't follow us into the station."
Once inside, the employee hastily apologized to Father Phillips. Still shaken, Father Phillips patted down his robes before speaking.
"Thank you. I never imagined the media had become so frenzied... I imagine Sir Li Wei will be mobbed by them too when he arrives."
Father Phillips sighed. Although he had never met Li Wei, he knew about him-or rather, there were few people in Fog City who did not. In