Boom, boom, crash, crash, cackles and cheers.
Ji Xinghe stood in place unblushingly and unfatigued, while the eighteen Mecha warriors who had challenged him that afternoon wished that they could cover their faces and retreat. But they couldn't leave, they had to be filmed and interviewed by Su He up close.
"Journalist Su, lunchtime is almost over. What we mean to say is, could we possibly eat first and then do the interview later?"
"Ah? Oh, sorry, I forgot it was lunchtime. Let's go, we'll eat together and I can interview you during the meal."
"Um, suddenly, I don't feel that hungry, you guys go ahead. Hurry up, otherwise there won't be any food left later, and it's expensive to buy your own."
The Mecha warriors looked at Su He as if he were a living embodiment of natural disaster, what they actually feared was not Su He, nor Ji Xinghe who had defeated them, but the camera in Su He's hand, because behind that camera, there were three hundred million people.
