Wang Zhan's problem wasn't that he didn't want the ten billion; he thought it was too little.
"He's quite a clever lad, understanding how to tie us to his ship, making it impossible for us to disembark," Wei Daoming chuckled.
Edward, however, remained expressionless. "The fear is always that the act might go awry, burying all of us at sea."
Wei Daoming was noncommittal. "Who knows? If such a day truly comes, perhaps he won't even need our backing. Besides, who arranged for that reporter? Don't they know outsiders aren't allowed in here? Can't they be a bit more discreet?"
The others exchanged glances and shook their heads.
"Certainly not any of us old fellows. If I knew the reporters and media were all of this caliber, I'd immediately send them to the battlefield as a suicide squad."
Too attention-grabbing.
However, the journalists were never the main characters; Wang Zhan was.
