Chapter 991: Bombing the Entertainment Industry!

The entire studio fell silent for about half a minute.

The studio audience followed his finger, and someone recognized Sawajiri Erika, starting to whisper among themselves.

Hisaka Akiko's expression froze in that instant — her lips parted slightly, and the director's voice came through the monitor earpiece in her earpiece: "What's going on? This isn't in the script! Cut away fast!"

"What is Uesugi Muneyuki trying to do?"

"Is he trying to destroy the entire 'Hand of God'?"

"Wait, why is Sawajiri Erika there! What exactly happened?"

"Uesugi Muneyuki says she's involved with drugs, is there evidence? No evidence, this is serious illegality and official misconduct! It'll go to court!" "This guy's crazy, crazy, even if Sawajiri really is involved with drugs, Uesugi Muneyuki isn't police, he has no authority for on-site identification and arrest, and no authority to demand Ms. Sawajiri 'accompany voluntarily' either!"

"Holy crap, what a huge grudge?"

The whole Fuji TV has already turned into a total mess!

The on-site production crew immediately switched the program; Fuji TV Alpha News replaced the on-site production, and the female anchor switched to Ebihara Yuka: "Local time X month X day, an explosion occurred at a restaurant in the center of Moscow, Russia's capital; the Russia National Counter-Terrorism Committee stated this accident was caused by the explosion of an improvised explosive device."

"The committee stated a woman attempted to carry an improvised explosive device into the restaurant, was stopped by the restaurant's security guard, after which the explosive device detonated, killing the woman and the security guard on the spot, and additionally causing one customer's death."

"As of now, this incident has caused 3 deaths and 21 injuries."

"It is reported the three deceased are Vyacheslav-Baranikov (BA4ecnas5apaHHnk。s), Anton-Yudin (AHToHHOAnHues), Nikita-Buyanoff (HnKnTa5yAHos)" "According to Gaijinsha journalists' understanding, all three had purchased commercial insurance, payout amount 50 Silver Lions, due to poor network conditions the payout hasn't arrived yet but the on-site situation can't wait any longer!

Two cameras had already turned toward the audience seating following Uesugi's finger direction; the lighting technician subconsciously adjusted the lighting position, illuminating the small area where Sawajiri Erika was sitting.

Sawajiri Erika herself raised her head, her gaze meeting Uesugi Muneyuki's in midair; her expression was stunned, with a trace of incredulous terror. Damn it, why?

This woman, who had barely managed a comeback through Aika Company connections after a series of scandals, blackface incidents, and marriage drama, instantly sprang from her seat like a coiled spring!

Sawajiri's motion of standing up carried an explosive power like being launched by a spring; the chair behind her let out a sharp scraping sound: "What are you doing, are you crazy?! Uesugi Muneyuki?!"

She raised her hand pointing toward Uesugi Muneyuki's direction, her voice exploding through the studio's sound system, directly blowing out the mic and triggering noise reduction: "Mr. Uesugi Muneyuki, you are a forensic pathologist, not a prosecutor, not police, not a judge. On a nationwide live broadcast you publicly identify a citizen as suspected of illegality — you have no right to question me, no right to arrest me, no right to sue me! This is defamation! This is blatant, abuse of public office for private gain!" "I'll sue you! I'll definitely sue you! You listen to me! Listen!!!"

The 'Hand of God' recording site instantly fell into chaos.

Miyawaki Sakura and Hirate Sarina, who were holding up signs on-site, both subconsciously looked toward Uesugi Muneyuki.

Miyawaki Sakura's expression was blank; she's a small idol, knows how high an actor's status is, Sawajiri-senpai actually uses drugs? How is that possible? Oh wait, not that it's impossible, but Uesugi actually made a move on-site?

While Hirate Sarina's face was pale; she was stunned by the situation before her eyes.

"I'm listening." Uesugi Muneyuki's expression remained flat: "Are you done?"

Sawajiri grew even angrier!

She sharply turned toward host Hisaka Akiko, her voice rising another notch: "Do you have a legal advisor in this studio? Does anyone know what nature of behavior this is? My lawyer will sue every single one of you! Fuji TV, you allow a guest to publicly identify someone else as illegal during a live broadcast? Is this a crime scene or a variety show?"

Hisaka Akiko's lips had completely lost all color: "I don't know! I don't know! It's not in the script! I, I'm just a substitute, Tei San, right, this position was originally Tei San's! I just... I really don't know! Uesugi didn't discuss it with me! I... but Sawajiri had already completely exploded.

She stood up and walked toward the main guest seating area; security personnel hesitated and didn't stop her — she's an entertainer, an actor, a public figure, and every point she made was legally sound.

She knows the law!

She approached until about three meters from Uesugi Muneyuki, pointing at his nose: "You show me the evidence. I know you can't produce any! You have nothing in your hands! You just want to manufacture a news story! You treated me as your... on what grounds do I have to cooperate? Does someone questioning me mean I must cooperate? What do you take the law for?"

"You're absolutely right." Uesugi Muneyuki remained calm: "I have no authority to demand you accompany voluntarily, and whoever asserts must prove — that's what I once said at the Sakurada-mon Chōngzhènghuì; I won't make someone prove their own innocence just because I question them." "I indeed have no right to question you, no right to arrest you, no right to sue you." Uesugi Muneyuki shook his head meaningfully: "But you chose this, idol."

"?!" Sawajiri Erika froze.

What does that mean?

Uesugi Muneyuki is admitting defeat, doing it for show effect, or is it...

Just a momentary play?

She opened her mouth, but before she could say the next line, the large doors at the studio entrance were pushed open.

Five men and one woman filed in.

Leading were two middle-aged men in dark gray uniforms, armbands embroidered with "Ministry of Health and Welfare Narcotics Control Officer," strides steady, name badges flashing under the lights.

Close behind were two men in Western suits and leather shoes with gold badges on their chests — Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office Special Investigation Unit prosecutors — each holding a document. Last were two Metropolitan Police Department uniformed officers, one man one woman, with Assistant Police Inspector insignia on their shoulders.

"You ordered them, right — questioning authority, arrest authority, prosecution authority." Uesugi Muneyuki tilted his head: "Now they're all here."

...!!!" Sawajiri Erika went rigid.

The lead Narcotics Control Officer walked up to Sawajiri Erika, stopping about two steps away. He opened the file folder in his hand: "Ms. Sawajiri Erika, based on an anonymous tip and evidence from a group in Asahi Ward, Tokyo, we have reasonable grounds to suspect you of suspected possession and use of prohibited narcotics. Please cooperate with us and come along to assist the investigation."

The studio fell completely silent.

Then Uesugi Muneyuki on the guest seat tilted his head slightly, in a tone like feeding a friend a line: "Now there's questioning, there's arrest, there's prosecution. All here. What you wish is what you get."

Sawajiri Erika turned around; in her gaze at Uesugi Muneyuki, that volcano-like anger was rapidly receding, revealing terror and an unimaginable shock.

Whether she actually used drugs, whether she actually possessed banned substances — doesn't she herself know best?!

"Please come with us." The Narcotics Control Officer continued approaching, a hard look already on his face.

As they said, they've already grasped some evidence — well, an anonymous tip.

Sawajiri Erika finally understood.

Uesugi, you set me up!!!!

She didn't speak this time, walking out the studio's main doors following those six people.

The scene completely exploded.

In the audience seats some raised phones to film, some covered their mouths, some excitedly exchanged glances with neighbors.

Staff scattered like ants from a poked nest; someone shouted into the walkie-talkie "Director! Director! Are we running ads or not!", on-site celebrities were making calls, camera crews rushing toward Sawajiri's agent's break room.

Hisaka Akiko sat in the host position; the director in her earpiece had already switched through three plans.

First was "Emergency halt recording."

Then "Immediately release official statement" and "Cut ties with Uesugi Justice!"

Then "Jiudou Madala! Don't cut, keep recording! Record the hell out of this!"

The final command was Fuji TV FNS Production Bureau Chief Abiru Kazuhiko's near-manic excited roar piercing through the earpiece: "Full continuous filming! Don't stop! This is ratings! This is an atomic bomb! Fuji TV has this meat in the bag!"

"Fuji TV, ready!"

"Ready!!!"

It's burning!

Meanwhile, Uesugi Muneyuki took a step, walking unhurriedly toward the left side of the audience seating area, where several guest audience members arranged by the show's team were seated, including veteran comedian Shōfukutei Tsurube, Tsuchida Teruyuki frantically texting Sashihara, the plump female comedian Peco, and Nagano Hiroshi and Nishikido Ryo from Johnny & Associates.

One person sat in a corner seat, wearing a light blue casual suit jacket, slender in build, with facial features bearing a refined, slightly weary line, now lowering his head to look at his phone, blending himself into the crowd.

He is the former TVXQ member who came to promote his new film, Park Yoo-chun.

When Uesugi Muneyuki walked to his side, Park Yoo-chun felt someone standing to the side-rear of his seat.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Uesugi-san..."

Uesugi Muneyuki reached out and patted his shoulder, the force very light, like a greeting between friends, his attitude friendly and sincere.

"Don't look, you too."

Park Yoo-chun's pupils contracted sharply in that instant. His phone slipped from his fingers and smashed onto the carpet, his mouth opening as if to say something, but not a single word could come out!

Uesugi Muneyuki bent down, picked up the iPhone that had slipped to the floor, and gently placed it back in his palm: "Hold onto it, it will come in handy. The scene already has a second group approaching Park Yoo-chun's direction, two men not in uniform but clearly not ordinary audience members, walking briskly in from the hallway entrance and stopping on either side of his seat.

"Mr. Park Yoo-chun, according to an anonymous report from the Asahi Ward crowd in Tokyo... we reasonably suspect you may be involved in... could you come with us for a moment?"

... Park Yoo-chun's face instantly turned as white as snow.

Like his buttocks, does he really know whether he's taken drugs or not?

This once Asia-wide superstar king-level figure instantly went limp, being carried out by the two police officers.

The director in the control room slammed the table: "Don't cut! Keep shooting! Aim at Park Yoo-chun! Yes! Just this angle! One one this fucking isn't a variety show, this is history-level live news!"

"Fuji TV, universe, super absolute, clash, hot blood, king's path, rush duck!!!!!!!!"

"This episode's ratings, locked!!!!!!"