Little Mandron Soldier 39

The reporters arrived first and began stuffing their mics in He Yuan's face. It was so bad that he held out his luggage in front of him to keep them from crowding in on him.

"Mr. Yang Xue, claims have been made that you were abducted by a terrorist organization. What do you have to say about this?"

"Mr. Yang, did you manage to figure out the identity of your abductors?"

"Mr. Yang, when and where did the abduction take place?"

"Mr. Yang, can you give a brief summary of how you escaped the organization?"

"Mr. Yang...."

"Mr. Yang..."

"Mr. Yang!"

The surroundings were so rowdy that He Yuan began to develop a strong headache. He lifted a hand and massaged his forehead. He regretted it now. This situation was horrible.

888, on the other hand, chuckled endlessly but still made sure to keep a watchful eye on the surroundings.