Torture, only torture. For more than 100 reporters on the scene, it was like an endless torture. The 1,500 young volcanoes behind them almost tear them apart. Even though their eyes could not kill people, they still felt that they were being lingchi at this moment.

Even afterwards, Steven said that the reporters could open up their questions and asked freely, the reporters felt at a loss. Anthony could only shout, "If you don't want to hype and don't want us to bother the crew, wouldn't it be better if you fucked an official statement early, and it would save you from such a big deal!"

As soon as this problem came out, Anthony felt that all eyes were flying over from all directions. He almost felt that he was about to suffocate. The oppression brought by the 1,500 young volcanoes behind him almost crushed him. But he could not retreat. He had to fight against him under tremendous pressure, otherwise he would have to fail.

But Steven was prepared for this question, "Did you give us a chance? Or would you be willing to cooperate?" Steven continued to explain, "We refuse to comment on news about certain supermarket tabloids."

Steven's answer made Anthony want to get into the hole.

Indeed, after the news of the "National Inquiry" was published, if everyone ignored it, nothing would have happened. If every rumor in the supermarket tabloid had to come forward to clarify, then he would be too busy to do anything 365 days a year, and most of the time, people ignored the supermarket tabloid. What's more, Hugo had long refused to continue to respond to any news in the "National Inquiry".

And when the Chicago Tribune began to verify the authenticity of the news of the "National Inquirer", things were out of control in just forty-eight hours, and almost no chance was given to the crew of "Death-infernal Affairs". Or, more accurately, in Steven's words, reporters were unwilling to give the crew a chance to argue because they needed a burst point, not the truth.

"Hugo is under heavy mental pressure to study his role." Only fans and professionals are interested in such news, and there is no focus on discussion at all. How can it be compared to "Hugo is crazy"?

More than 100 reporters at the scene seemed a little overwhelmed. Although they cheered up to confirm many details and related situations, the reply from Steven and Rick made their frustration worse and worse because they could not find the loophole at all. It seemed that what Steven presented was the truth. What does this mean? It means they had another big mistake.

Although Hugo is not a witch, the situation this time is different from Michael Jackson. The media's related speculation about Hugo is indeed correct at least in the general direction; but the reporters ignore the truth of the matter, the origin of the matter, and gloat each one, and take the blame to the point. The ugly face of watching the fire from the other side has completely lost the face of the uncrowned king.

The young volcano's resistance was sharp and direct: what they needed was the media to restore the truth, rather than to make unlimited, endless, unconventional malicious hype for commercial interests, or even to make fun of others' pain. This was a fatal blow to the media, which always claimed to be at the highest point of morality.

The interview session was going on in scattered ways. The reporters actually planned to leave after only twenty minutes of interviewing, which was completely different from their usual appearance of never giving up until they achieved their goals.

When the reporters turned around like a rooster who wanted to lose, they found that the real disaster was right in front of them.

Those 1,500 faces full of sadness and anger made people shudder. No one dared to take their own steps. It was not that they didn't want to, but that they didn't dare. The weak legs made the reporters look at each other, but no one was willing to take the first step. At this time, the reporters at the scene finally realized a very serious matter: how do they leave here?

Eli really wanted to eat the reporters in front of him alive, but he knew he could not. So Eli didn't have any other moves, just stood there and used his sight to put pressure on the reporters. The pressure like a mountain pressing down on him was tightly shrouded over more than 100 reporters.

Quiet, extremely quiet, Anthony could even clearly feel the itch of sweat slowly sliding on his face, but he did not dare to wipe the sweat because he was worried that his little movement would attract the attention of the young volcano, and then he would die without a complete body.

This state lasted for five minutes, and the strong pressure almost made people collapse. Finally, a reporter couldn't help it and seemed to rush towards the location of the young volcano. But just as the reporter was about to approach, Eli and Meredith, who were standing in the front, gave in, and then the crowd behind them also made in scattered, leaving a passage where only one person was allowed to pass.

The reporter ran all the way without thinking too much. However, the lineup of 1,500 people gathered was too long, definitely more than 100 yards. He had only run over fifty yards and found that his psychological panic surged up uncontrollably. The crowd on both sides were waiting for the battle, and the fierce and angry eyes made his legs begin to stiffen, but he had to continue running because he had no way out.

When the reporters saw the road that looked like a ray of sky, and the dense crowds on both sides that seemed to gather ants, they couldn't help but start to get numb, but they knew there was no way out and could only leave as soon as possible. So one after another, the reporters ran forward one by one, passing through the narrow roads created by the young volcanoes. The sight that had stripped them of their skin made them feel like lambs to be slaughtered, and had no choice but to run wildly.

So such a strange scene appeared on the scene. The uncrowned kings were like stray dogs, running wildly in a panic in the narrow human sea road, fearing that they would never be able to leave if they were slower.

Anthony knew that he had to leave quickly. Although he was not sure how familiar the young volcano was to him and whether anyone could recognize him, he could not take this risk. However, the young volcano's "passing off" did not give him any other choice, because only one person was allowed to pass by at a time, he would present it to everyone naked, without any chance of taking any tricks.

Anthony regretted that he had messed with Hugo again, and this time it was very likely to be a disaster of destruction. The fate of the "National Inquiry" is no longer a problem that Anthony needs to worry about. As long as he thinks about the revenge he may face, he has already started to shudder.

The young volcanoes in front of him were like craters leading to hell. The narrow entrance exuded a resentful and angry aura, which made Anthony feel that his blood had frozen into ice. He didn't know why, and why he was in trouble when dealing with other artists, Hugo was particularly troublesome. It seemed that every time he was involved with Hugo, it was an endless disaster, and he would be doomed if he was accidentally killed.

At this time, Anthony could already imagine the terrible situation at that time. The ecstasy of the past week had disappeared at this time. Instead, it was replaced by countless wet and sticky tentacles that dragged him into the swamp bit by bit. He could feel that he was constantly sinking, but he was unable to resist.

"Vomit..." Anthony started to retching when he stood there, sweating profusely, his hair was already wet. He felt his stomach rolling, but he couldn't spit out anything.

The messy footsteps and anxious low whispers in his ears made Anthony messy. He raised his head and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. He found that there were only more than half of the reporters around him, and more than 130 reporters had already left in a blink of an eye. There were fewer and fewer people left, which also meant that the possibility of him being exposed was getting higher and higher.

Anthony felt that he was innocent. He was just a small reporter. The real pusher behind the scenes was not him at all. He just provided the materials. But at this time he found that he had no chance to defend himself. The young volcanoes had convicted him. What was even more terrifying was that his colleagues had also convicted him. They fell on him as if they were looking at dead people, which made Anthony instantly occupied by anger: he was unwilling to accept it.

But when anger rushed to his head, Anthony suddenly realized, "Is this the taste of a witch?" When Michael Jackson pointed at him, when Hugo Lancaster was imprisoned, they couldn't argue, and all the accusations fell on him. What did they feel?

Anthony looked around blankly, and realized that this society was like a huge hunting ground, and everyone was prey, but the mainstream people in society were the largest group, so they became the masters of the hunting ground, and they could accept the so-called aliens and niches and give these people a place; but when they touched their own interests, they could also brutally remove them without hesitation and then unite to hunt together.

Michael Jackson is the prey, Hugo Lancaster is the prey, and now Anthony Bond Stewart has also become the prey.

Anthony found it ridiculous, but also sad. Suddenly, he finally understood the reason why Hugo hated the media so much, because under the hypocritical masks of these so-called defenders, what is covered is their greed, shamelessness, timidity and ugliness. He was once one of them.

Thinking of this, Anthony's legs finally had strength. He took a step forward and followed the reporter's trend, feeling the gaze of the young volcano falling on him, and leaping his feet on the sharp blade, one step after another.

When the uncrowned kings uncovered their masks, what are they left?
Chapter completed!