Ambush Bug arrived quickly. As an on-site host, he needed lightning-fast speed to get the latest news firsthand.
If paparazzi could not run fast enough, they would not even make it in time to eat shit while it was warm. It was simply the nature of the profession. Exclusive news was more valuable; being one step late made all the difference in news value.
"Hello, hello, Deathstroke. We meet again." Ambush Bug was the same as ever, his head a vivid green. The moment he arrived, he warmly embraced Deathstroke and greeted the two ladies present. "Is this your new game? A game sweeping across the world—what a fantastic idea. When I heard Adjutant mention it just now, my heart nearly jumped out of my mouth."
He spoke extremely fast; that was the diction of a professional host. His locust-like head looked rather comical, but he was not merely an entertainment anchor. He had some real professional hosting skills.
"Just playing around. We'll follow our old broadcast agreement." Su Ming handed the locust a bottle of beer and invited him to have some hot pot. "Want to sit down and eat? The contestants are all exhausted. The second round might not start for a while. I'll have Adjutant send the first stage's footage to your headquarters first, so you can start airing that."
"I won't eat. I'm still working." Ambush Bug rubbed his hands together. He looked regretfully at the bubbling red broth before forcing himself to turn away. "I'm planning to interview you first, then interview the contestants. What do you think?"
"They don't know I exist. I claimed this was a National Destiny Game and posed as some mysterious big shot. Just don't let anything slip later."
Deathstroke smiled and nodded. He was always easygoing with old friends,