Chapter 412

Ren Xuan, Tang An, and Deng Jia Jia received their orders in the face of danger, each shouldering a camera as if it were a bundle of dynamite, hardening their scalps and leaving the office.

Tang An twisted his fat butt, his head covered in cold sweat, his steps heavy as if trudging through a mud pit.

He muttered softly as he walked: "This isn't going to film news, this is going to film one's own funeral portrait..."

Ren Xuan's face alternated between dark and pale; he gritted his teeth, forcibly squeezing out a smile uglier than crying, and walked in the middle.

Although Deng Jia Jia was also scared to death in her heart, when passing the corridor and seeing the "Golden Microphone" award trophies displayed inside the glass window, her gaze suddenly became determined.

The image of herself standing on the award podium emerged in her Nao Hai, a ruthless look appeared on her face, and she shouldered the camera and rushed forward.

At the corridor gate, Wang Cong, carrying a gourd that had grown another size larger, turned slightly sideways, making a spacious path for the young people heading toward the future.

His face bore an elusive smile, watching the backs of the three young people, as if seeing the shadows of himself from different phases in their backs.

As Prison Warden Qian Huan's representative, he had just gone to Guangming Group to express sincere gratitude to General Manager Lu Chenjia.

Subsequently, under the careful guidance and enthusiastic introduction of Lu Zong's Secretary, he came to Guangliang Television Station to seek cooperation.

Originally, according to Prison Warden Qian Huan's instructions, he needed to communicate with three other television stations simultaneously while contacting Guangliang Television Station, in order to select the most ideal partner through comprehensive comparison.

But now, Wang Cong felt it was unnecessary.

"The young people of Guangliang Television Station have great courage, the director has superb aesthetics, the Station Director has boldness; in short, the temperament exuded by this television station fits exceptionally well with our Second Prison and the 【Eight-Cage Beast Fighting】 Plan."

Wang Cong is a person who values first impressions; he took a fancy to Guangliang Television Station at a glance.

In front of television sets in thousands of households, countless viewers either had long been waiting before the live broadcast, or hurriedly switched channels to Guangliang Television Station.

They were fully focused, eyes unblinking as they stared at the blood mist permeating the screen, as if waiting for a heart-stopping unveiling.

Because it was a live broadcast, there was no post-production mosaic, nor any 【Adult Protection Mode】 filter. The bloodstains in the picture were not carefully processed light particles, and severed limbs were not blurred into green blurs.

Everything was so rough, primitive, filled with a nauseating sense of reality.

Yet countless viewers all held their breath and focused, eyes wide open, afraid of missing even a single second of detail.

Some people even forcibly swallowed the vomit in their mouths back down their throats, as if going to the Cesuo would cause them to miss some earth-shattering scene.

This, perhaps, is the best interpretation of a full program without "vomit points."

And as if the television station had heard the hearts of myriad viewers, the picture suddenly shook slightly.

Immediately after, the lens began to slowly push in, the blood mist gradually pushed aside — it should be that a drone "fearless of death" rushed in, just to bring the audience a zero-distance shocking perspective.

Drone: "......" Guangliang Television Station owes me a "Golden Microphone"!

The drone dived down, and in the moment the lens swept past, it also captured the background surrounding the blood mist.

Although that chaotic picture was only a fleeting glimpse, Wang Xiuli still covered her mouth in disbelief, her heart suddenly tightening.

She seemed to have seen the familiar figure of her own son.

"Not only the daughter, the son, the son is also at the scene?!!"

Wang Xiuli subconsciously clutched the remote control with her fingers, as if thereby she could pull her pair of children out of the television.

Her skull trembled on the verge of splitting: "Besides me, is everyone else in the family inside the television?"

Wang Xiuli didn't dare call her daughter, because the daughter was being chased by a monster, the phone ring would startle the monster;

She called Feng Ju several times, but all were dead tones, unknown if dead or alive.

In panic and confusion, Wang Xiuli seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, dialed Feng Mu's number with trembling palm.

Her fingers could hardly press the screen accurately, her mouth urging aloud:

"Answer the phone, answer the phone quick..."

Unlike Feng Ju who prioritizes career, Feng Mu is a genuine family-oriented filial son; he would absolutely not fail to answer his mother's call.

The surroundings were a chaotic mess, crowds pushing and trampling, even the teachers and students of the Martial Arts Key Class were fleeing in panic at this moment, making one doubt where their martial arts had been practiced to.

"All of you get out of my way!" A roar rang out.

Only to see a student sturdy as an iron lump, like a crazed wild bull, suddenly charged forward, knocking several frail junior brothers and sisters to the ground.

Then, he actually charged straight toward Feng Mu's position without bias.

Feng Mu stood in place, expression calm, slowly taking out his vibrating phone from his trouser pocket.

Guan Zhong guarded tightly at Feng Mu's side, holding a pistol hidden who knows where, having evaded security check, unhesitatingly raising the muzzle to aim.

Before Guan Zhong could pull the trigger, Gong Qi had already blocked the front like a ghostly shadow.

He lightly tapped the ground with one foot, his figure instantly flashing to the side of that iron-lump-like sturdy student.

Borrowing the student's reckless charging force, Gong Qi's two hands, like two venomous snakes coiled and ready to strike, suddenly shot out from his cuffs, clinging coldly and slickly onto the student's arms.

Crack—

A crisp bone-breaking sound resounded through the air; the student's arms were instantly twisted and broken under Gong Qi's clever force, like two fragile tree branches, hanging powerlessly at his sides.

His face still wore an astonished expression, as if he hadn't yet reacted to what had happened.

Guan Zhong's face showed a mocking look, toes pointed straight, fiercely kicking the other's chin.

That student instantly soared up, his body drawing a beautiful parabola, thrown like an embroidered ball toward a monster not far away.

That monster was covered in blood, playing with great relish.

Suddenly, it seemed to have eyes on its back, abruptly turning around, its ferocious arm thick as the iron-lump student's waist grabbing into the air, and steadily catching that student.

Although unknown who threw this "gift" to it, the monster actually quite politely grinned at the surroundings, mumbling indistinctly:

"shei——shei——" (ps: Thank you~)

The student had not yet had time to let out a miserable scream when his waist was already twisted and broken, immediately after, the monster's huge mouth suddenly closed, one bite crushing his neck and shoulder.

Fresh blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly dyeing red the monster's scale-covered body.

The surrounding crowd only cared about escaping; in the chaos, no one noticed the monster's indistinct "thank you."

However, Gong Qi seemed to have understood, his eyes blinking slightly, an exceptionally excited smile instantly blooming on his face:

"You're welcome!"

Finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the slightly sluggish Guan Zhong, laughing smugly:

"Want to snatch my head kill? Hehe—beyond seven steps, I'm faster than a bullet; within seven steps, I'm faster than the trigger!"

Guan Zhong's expression remained steady, but the fingers gripping the gun involuntarily tightened, and in his heart he ruthlessly made a determination.

Feng Mu was undisturbed, answered Mother's phone call, his voice gentle:

"Hello, Mom—"

(End of Chapter)