Chapter 230: Denouncing the Japanese Pirates, Shocking the Eastern Seas

Just as everyone held their breath waiting for Lin Yu to answer the French reporter's tricky question, a heart‑rending roar suddenly shattered the silence of the venue.

"Lin Yu! You butcher! Executioner!"

Everyone's gaze turned to the source of the sound. A short‑statured Oriental reporter with round‑frame glasses leapt up from his seat. His face flushed crimson with extreme anger, his whole body trembling slightly. Beneath his refined appearance, hysterical emotion had completely taken over.

"Do you think we've forgotten?" he roared in heavily accented Great Dry, his voice filled with bone‑deep hatred, "Two months ago! You burned our Great Oriental Empire's sacred consulate! You slaughtered three thousand unarmed imperial compatriots! This blood debt we have yet to settle with you!"

His emotions grew more agitated as he spoke, his voice beginning to tremble: "Yesterday! You again raised the butcher's knife, brutally killing three hundred of my compatriots! You demon with hands stained in blood!" His eyes flashed with tears, but more so with anger and hatred, "What explanation do you have?! You must give our Great Oriental Empire an answer!"

This sudden questioning struck like a heavy bomb, instantly pushing the press conference's atmosphere to boiling point. Those who had been waiting for Lin Yu to answer the French reporter's question had their attention instantly drawn to this fierce confrontation.

Flashbulbs flickered wildly as reporters scrambled to point their cameras at the hysterical Oriental reporter and Lin Yu on the podium. This direct, blood‑and‑tears laden questioning was far more dramatic and impactful than the previous diplomatic rhetoric.

Although Western reporters were likewise dissatisfied with Lin Yu's actions, they too held their breath, waiting to see how he would respond to this accusation from a direct victim. The French female reporter, who had just been employing diplomatic rhetoric, couldn't help but show an intrigued expression.

The atmosphere in the hall instantly turned tense and hostile. The Oriental reporter's questioning was not only about assigning responsibility for the specific incident, but also aimed to pin Lin Yu to history's pillar of shame, casting him as a bloodthirsty tyrant.

Standing aside, Qi Ming Yuan and Zhou Wei couldn't help but tense their nerves. Such a scene had already surpassed the scope of an ordinary press conference and could at any moment escalate into a diplomatic incident. They instinctively looked toward Lin Yu, only to notice a subtle shift in the Commander's expression.

The cold smile that had always lingered at the corner of Lin Yu's mouth vanished, replaced by a chilling that made one's heart palpitate. His gaze locked onto the Oriental reporter, the coldness in his eyes making the surrounding air seem to freeze.

Faced with the Oriental reporter's hoarse accusation, Lin Yu's facial expression underwent a subtle change. The faint cold smile that had come and go finally fully blossomed, yet it carried a heart‑palpitating contempt and utter mockery.

He couldn't even be bothered to stand, merely leaning lazily against the chair back, regarding the flustered Oriental reporter with the eyes of one looking at a clown.

"Explain?" Lin Yu's voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly across the hall, laced with a chilling contempt: "Why should I explain myself to you, an Oriental midget?"

He deliberately drew out the pronunciation of the two characters "midget," making the word especially grating. Everyone present could feel the naked insult embedded in it.

"Look at your stunted physique—your genetic flaws are obvious." Lin Yu's gaze swept over the Oriental reporter up and down, as if examining a low‑class exhibit, "You Orientals are merely an insignificant corner of my Great Dry civilization's sphere; you've picked up a bit of our ways and forgotten who you are."

"Great Oriental Empire? Ridiculous!" Lin Yu snorted, his voice dripping with scorn, "A few hundred years ago you were barbarians not even worthy to hold our sandals! If it weren't for a fluke reform, you'd still be a tiny island nation at the mercy of others. Having learned a bit of Western naval gunnery, you imagine yourselves capable of swallowing an elephant—utterly laughable!"

He pointed his finger at the Oriental reporter, his tone growing ever more contemptuous: "Everything of yours—whether writing, culture, or institutions—wasn't it learned from us? A classic case of Dong Shi imitating Xi Shi, a monkey wearing a hat! Look at your laughable imitations, like a monkey donning human clothes and thinking it has become human!"

This tirade, laced with racial discrimination and historical mockery, lashed at the Oriental reporter's face and heart like the most vicious whip. His face turned from red to purple, his whole body shaking violently, as if he might explode at any moment.

His lips quivered, his finger trembling as it pointed at Lin Yu, yet for a moment he was so enraged he could not utter a complete sentence.

"You... you... baka!" Finally, the reporter could no longer contain his emotions, shouting in Japanese, "Kuso yarou! Shine!" (Bastard! Die!) A string of filthy profanity poured from his mouth.

The entire venue fell into a shocked silence. Even the Western reporters were stunned by Lin Yu's nakedly racist remarks.

Even the flickering of the flashbulbs grew hesitant, as if the cameras themselves were debating whether to record this scene.

The Oriental reporter, utterly humiliated by Lin Yu, finally lost all reason. His eyes were bloodshot, his visage feral, resembling a madman.

A string of vulgar Japanese curses spewed from his twisted mouth, his voice now completely hoarse.

"Stop! Calm down!" a few colleagues tried to grab him, but he shoved them aside with beast‑like force. His eyes held only raging hatred, like a maddened beast, he roared and charged at Lin Yu on the podium. In that moment he seemed to care for no consequence, desiring only to meet his end in the most primitive way alongside the one who had insulted him and his country.

The guards before the podium sprang into action, ready to subdue the out‑of‑control reporter. But at this critical juncture, Lin Yu, who had been coldly observing, suddenly raised his hand, signaling the guards to stand down. The guards hesitated, their movements pausing briefly.

In that split second, the Oriental reporter had already broken through the symbolic barrier, standing only a few steps from the podium. His face bore a twisted expression, as if he could already see himself triumphantly lunging at Lin Yu.

The next second, a sudden change occurred!

Without any warning, Lin Yu moved so fast it was almost impossible to follow! He lightning‑quick drew the famous Browning pistol from his waist!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three sharp, muffled gunshots exploded like thunder in the silent grand hall! The bullets struck the charging Oriental reporter dead on—two in the chest, bursting out two gouts of bright blood; the final shot hit squarely between the eyebrows!

Two shots to the chest, one to the head—even Hua Tuo would shake his head.

The Oriental reporter's forward momentum halted instantly, his frenzied expression freezing in an instant. His body slumped like a rag doll, crashing heavily onto the cold floor before the podium. Blood rapidly spread from beneath him, staining a small area red.

The scene fell into a deathly silence, save for the clear tinkling of bullet casings hitting the floor.

Lin Yu put away his still‑smoking pistol with an expressionless face, elegantly wiped the barrel with a handkerchief, then turned his gaze to the reporters below—now utterly petrified, faces ashen—and curled the corner of his mouth into a cold, almost innocent smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the press, please don't misunderstand." His voice was terrifyingly calm, "I, Lin Yu, have always respected press freedom and will never take any extreme action against you." He pointed the gun barrel at the twitching corpse on the ground, "But you all saw that this 'reporter' lost control, acted extremly, and seriously threatened my personal safety. I was merely acting in necessary self‑defense."

His words were like a cold wind from hell blowing over every heart. Everyone was stunned by the sudden bloody scene and Lin Yu's offhand "self‑defense" claim, their souls fleeing. The reporters who had just been preparing questions now dared not even breathe, fearing they might be the next target of "self‑defense."

The editor‑in‑chief of the Da Qian Daily, Qian Zhi Yuan, was even more terrified, his face ashen, legs weak, nearly collapsing in his seat. He finally understood why Lin Yu could seize control of Shen City in such a short time—this man's methods were far more ruthless than he had imagined.

Lin Yu, through the most direct and bloody means, had raised his deterrent power to its peak, and completely ended the so‑called "press conference" showdown.