Eric enjoys a high reputation in France and has hosted many large-scale events. His figure often appears on the Grammys and Victoria's Secret underwear shows.

However, even when he got on stage, most people in the dome hall were still watching Ning Tao.

Before, no one believed that this "mysterious Eastern Guest" was Ning Tao, but now the answer has surfaced itself - the world's number one terrorist is the so-called mysterious Eastern Guest!

Eric also looked at Ning Tao and said humorously: "I believe I don't need to introduce you. You know who the mysterious guest is tonight. That's right, he is Mr. Ning Tao from China. Mr. Ning, please come up, you are the protagonist tonight."

Ning Tao stepped onto the speech stage and walked towards Eric.

The electronic flash light flashes, shaking the eyes of people.

Ning Tao came to Eric, reached out to shake Eric. Then he faced the main entrance of the hall, and just stood there casually, but the image of the jade-shu facing the wind and the momentum of heaven, the entire dome hall was unparalleled.

At this time, he should say something, but he didn't say anything. He and these people are people from two worlds, and they are different from each other. He is a person who practices the way of heaven, and he also competes for fate with heaven. These people in front of him are just politicians in the secular world and mouthpiece journalists under the control of capitalists. Does he need to be polite and please these people?

There is no need for that.

Eric originally thought Ning Tao said something, but after waiting for a few seconds, he saw Ning Tao just stood there casually without saying anything. His reaction was a little shocked, but after all, he was a big-name host. He spoke to save the venue and said with a smile: "I really don't need to introduce it... I actually received a notice to come to the dinner at my residence. I still don't know what the theme of today's dinner is. Why don't you tell us Mr. Ning."

Eric moved away from the speech stage and made an invitation gesture to Ning Tao.

Ning Tao walked to the speech stage, was silent for a moment before speaking, "I won't introduce myself anymore. I believe you all know who I am..."

"The number one terrorist!" A woman's voice suddenly rang in the hall, very harsh, "You should be sent to the gallows!"

The sound sounded familiar, and the words were also familiar, because the one who couldn't wait to choke Ning Tao was Abby who watched him drink 1900 red wine.

If Ning Tao had invited her to have a drink at that time to satisfy her complex curiosity and purpose, she might not have done this. However, there was never any ifs in this world, and women were the most vengeful creature in this world.

However, Ning Tao didn't care. This situation was already as expected by him. He didn't even have the interest to refute. He just looked at Abby with a smile, looking like he wanted to start your real performance.

The hall suddenly started to discuss, and the title of Ning Tao's number one terrorist appeared the most frequently.

At the front dining table, Duke Mark frowned and leaned his head to say something to President Matic sitting next to him.

Matic waved his hand, and a agent in the seventh game standing behind him followed him and bowed to his orders.

After a simple sentence, the staff member walked towards Abby. While walking, several plainclothes agents in the hall walked towards Abby.

"What do you want to do?" Abby was very excited and angry, "This is a world of freedom of speech, not a world of power!"

The agent of the seventh inning said, "Miss, please go out with us."

Abby's emotions broke out in an instant: "You actually drove me out for a terrorist? Do you know what you are doing? You will bear the spoils of all media practitioners and the doubts of the whole world! Friends, are you still willing to stay here and listen to a terrorist telling his bloody stories and lies? We should protest together!"

This is very sensational.

Soon a reporter stood up and asked loudly: "What are you afraid of to drive Miss Abby out? If you don't have a legitimate and appropriate reason to drive her out, then I'm willing to leave together."

More and more people stood up and fought against power in this way.

The agent looked at Matic with help, but the latter looked at Duke Mark. This situation even the president had a headache.

Duke Mark looked at Ning Tao standing on the stage.

Ning Tao smiled and said to the microphone: "Let her stay, but I'll say one more thing. Although this lady said this is a world of free speech, can you raise your hand next time you want to say something? We can't communicate normally by saying one by one."

Just as Ning Tao said this, Matic had signaled the agents from the seventh game to come back.

The reporters who stood up sat down one by one. In fact, no one really wanted to leave the dome hall with Abby. The world's number one terrorists held a press conference, and all the attendees were old European aristocrats and political figures. Even if they took a casual photo, they were headlines. Who would want to go out? The reason why they stood up and put pressure on the organizers was just a group to keep warm, not for Abby, but for themselves.

Only Abby was still standing, looking at Ning Tao with his eyes like a sharp blade stained with blood.

Ning Tao also looked at her: "Miss Abby, do you have anything else to say?"

Abby snorted coldly: "You are a demon with blood-stained hands, and you can actually hold a press conference in such a place. There must be a dirty deal in this matter!"

These words made Matic, Duke Mark, and a large group of politicians and nobles look gloomy.

The truth is not like this. This is not a deal. It is a threat to overturn the strength of the card table. If it weren't for burning the blood demon with a demon mirror and playing, who would have been willing to come here to support a terrorist?

But these reporters will never know such a truth in their entire lives.

Ning Tao smiled and said in his heart: "What a stupid woman."

Sure enough, Duke Mark asked his hand, and the middle-aged white woman who had led the way before followed him and bowed to his orders. Then, she nodded, almost walked into the passage, took out her cell phone to make a call.

"You said it!" Abby seemed to have an aura of protagonist on her body, she was righteous and aggressive.

Ning Tao said lightly: "I was going to say it, but you interrupted me again and again. Friends of the reporters present, do you want to listen to her make a tantrum or listen to me? If you want to listen to her make a tantrum, let her continue talking."

After saying that, he closed his mouth.

Hundreds of reporters in the dome hall gathered on Abby, and dissatisfied accusations sounded in the hall.

"What's wrong with that woman? She interrupted as soon as she opened her mouth. Did she want to show off and think about being crazy?"

"Did she think she is the heroine in the movie?"

"I should have someone kicked her out just now!"

"Sit down, you don't even understand the most basic politeness and order, and why are you clamoring for freedom of the press?"

Abby's face suddenly changed. She could yell at Ning Tao and vent her anger, but she could not yell at these colleagues. This was embarrassing. She could yell at the world's number one terrorist without any damage, but she didn't even dare to say a single fart when facing the accusations of her colleagues.

After hesitating for a while, Abby finally sat down.

Ning Tao said: "Okay, I'll continue. But I'll reiterate, if anyone has any questions, please raise your hand to speak and don't rush to ask me questions."

The dome hall became quiet.

Johana and Shalin Talman smiled at Ning Tao at the same time.

Next to the table, Ruan Tianyin and Lin Qingyu looked at the two blonde girls with bad eyes.

Everyone in this world has their own battlefield and war.

Ning Tao continued: "Before, I was indeed wanted by the US government. They were terrorists, but they never found evidence. Before you came here, my wanted order was cancelled and my charges did not exist. So, I am now talking to you here as a normal person, and I will release a major news..."

Abby raised her hand.

A huge wave of dissatisfied eyes gathered on her again.

Ning Tao smiled: "Miss Abby, you are really impatient. OK, what's the problem?"

Abby stood up: "According to the information I have, you launched a terrorist war in Tuqi Kingdom and attacked a Cia intelligence station. None of that intelligence station has survived. Also, you launched a terrorist attack in New York and destroyed the Black Sail Building. The Black Fire Company suffered heavy casualties. Also, you launched a terrorist attack on the Black Fire Company in Yellowstone Park, and that time the casualties were even more severe. It is a matter for you to do these terrorist attacks, what evidence do you need?"

Ning Tao said lightly: "Where is the evidence?"

"Evidence..." Abby was speechless. How could she have any evidence?

Ning Tao smiled and said, "You have no evidence, will you say anything? If you have evidence, how can my crime be cleared? How can my wanted order be revoked?"

Abby said angrily: "This is what I want to know. How did you use to cleanse your charges with bloody hands like you?"

Ning Tao said: "I think you can't see through the root of the problem. I actually don't care what the US government has charged me with, let alone your global wanted business. Not to mention that it is a global wanted business, or the entire universe wanted business, I am still me, and I will not lose a single hair. Do you think it's interesting to you to worry about these things? If you are really dissatisfied, then call your president now and ask him to send troops to arrest me."

"You..." Abby was immediately angry.

At this time, the middle-aged white woman walked towards Abby, holding her cell phone in her hand, she walked to the dining table where Abby was and said straight to the point: "Miss Abby, I just received the call. You have been fired by CNN. You are not a reporter. Today's dinner is only open to reporters. Please go out."

"What did you say?" Abby's mood exploded, and she shouted: "This is impossible!"

The middle-aged white woman handed her cell phone to Abby: "Your boss is still online, why don't you ask him personally."

Abby answered the phone: "Hey..."

A few seconds later she collapsed on the chair.

What is the freedom of the press and the universal value of justice is not as good as a call from Duke Mark.

This world always speaks with fists.

Dissatisfied?

You'll be convinced!
Chapter completed!