A few hours ago.
Head Instructor Ryan demanded, "There are plenty of people to choose from, so you are not going to broadcast my feed."
"But…" The middle-aged man standing before him was none other than a journalist from Dermania, who had been tasked with covering the event.
"No, but! Remember this. Your company is in Dermania. If you don't follow what I want, do you think your company can survive? Do you think you can survive?"
"…" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth.
"Don't worry. After this, I will send a year's worth of ads to your company. I've talked to your president. This will also be credited to your achievement."
The middle-aged man's body shook. He would be lying if he said he wasn't tempted. "So, all I need to do is make sure that no one is watching from your feed?"
"Yes. Unless I have caught that bastard, don't broadcast it."
The middle-aged man inhaled deeply before nodding solemnly. "I understand."
"Good!"
