At this time, the reporter who felt that he had the upper hand had a smug look on his face, and his tone became more and more high.

"Mr. Edward, does it mean that practicing Divine Fist will fuel the violent factor in the heart and turn people into super criminals who only know how to destroy......

"Perhaps......" Edward shrugged, his gaze wandering around, casually perfunctory.

And the reporters around seemed to notice that Edward was not difficult to speak, and all kinds of questions squirted out of everyone's mouths.

"The criminals are so bold and reckless, is it because the cultivation of Divine Fist has given them the confidence."

"I don't know." The good mood is ruined, and there is no mood to answer questions, just a casual perfunctory.

"Mr. Edward......"

"I don't know."

"Mr. Edward......"

"Maybe."

……

Slowly the people in the press conference are obviously aware of the problem, no matter what the problem, what is always what they get, "I don't know", "I don't know", "maybe", how the fuck let them go back and write!!

What's more, hey, hey, can you have a little professionalism, what do you mean by that perfunctory attitude? Yes!

You know, no matter who is facing these uncrowned kings of them, even if they are unwilling in their hearts. On the surface, you have to pretend to be very willing, your casual and perfunctory attitude, this is really unbearable!!

Countless reporters secretly swore in their hearts that when they went back this time, they must capitalize and close-up, and make the other party look good!! Let him know how powerful the Uncrowned King is!!

Edward didn't care about this, he didn't want to waste time, so he directly reached out and pulled the triumphant reporter in front of him away casually, and apologized sincerely as he walked.

"I'm sorry reporter, please let me go, we have to go to the scene to search for evidence, catch the murderer as soon as possible, and ensure the safety of your life and the lives of the federal people. In case a murderous criminal finds you and something tragic happens, this is definitely not what we want to see. ”

After speaking, he lifted the cordon and walked in.

Leaving a group of people, it was directly messy.

"Damn, it's a curse, he has a vicious curse on us!!" After asking the question just now, the reporter who was still triumphant jumped to his feet and cursed loudly.

"I'm going to make him look good!!" In a fit of rage, the reporter's face turned red and he roared loudly.

In an instant, the scene was silent.

The people around all looked at the jumping reporter with strange expressions. That look is like looking at a fool!

I want the other party to look good!

Well, the colleague in front of me has obviously drunk too much. Then, the reporters who gathered around began to scatter, taking pictures and looking for better material. As for the reporter who wanted to make Edward look good, no one paid attention to it.

Edward is not a public figure like an entertainment star, let alone a small person. Regardless of identity and status, the current Edward may not be at the top in this country, but it is definitely not something that a small journalist can make him look good.

The largest shareholder of Kabbalah Farms, Osborne's collaborator, world-class genius, and perhaps even the future father of evolution, all suggests that the two are different worlds.

They can now find headlines in each other, and even look for opportunities to become famous, just like Corey not so long ago, or the journalist jumping in front of them.

However, they all know in their hearts that they can do a lot of chasing after the wind, but on some things, they must not open their mouths.

For example, they can worry about the harm of the appearance of Divine Fist, even if it is exaggerated, they can suspect that Edward is too young to do certain things, but they must not incite those ordinary people to resist Divine Fist, because this is the path of human evolution, even if it has not been fully proven.

As for it, to make Edward look good. Well, let's forget about the poor journalist, maybe tomorrow he'll make the headlines. Well, become a background.

……

The scene of the accident.

"Vomit...... ...... vomit"

There was a sound of retching, even the policemen who had seen the bloody scene couldn't help but retching when they saw the mess on the ground, and felt very disgusted.

"Tiger, you didn't let us do it for you to clean up this mess. Damn, it's fucking disgusting...... ...... vomit," said Vincent, who was burly and nearly three meters tall, and couldn't help retching.

At this time, the people around him did not laugh at him. It's really ...... It's disgusting.

Red, green, black, white, all kinds of messy things, spread all over the floor, and the fishy and pungent smell constantly stimulates your nasal mucosal cells and challenges your nausea bottom line.

Compared to Vincent's paleness, Tiger, who had already arrived at the scene, looked at the filth on the ground and looked calm. The disgusting things around him have long been accustomed to for those who have been on the battlefield. Even, his eyes searched carefully through the pile of broken corpses, intending to find some useful information.

Edward was doing the same thing.

Hearing Vincent's words, Tiger retracted his gaze, glanced unnaturally, and the sturdy body that was nearly three meters tall beside him, just standing beside him, he could feel a heavy sense of oppression, and a trace of envy flashed in his eyes.

Strength is the greatest desire of people like them.

Looking at Vincent, who had an unsightly face, Tiger spread his hands and said innocently.

"I don't want to, who made this murderer very cruel."

"Murderous? Of course, we all know that this murderer is very vicious, look at the garbage in this place, vomit...... Damn, if I run into this scumbag, I'm going to blow up his balls! Damn it! ”

"Hehe, that's not necessarily Vincent. Maybe your balls will be popped. At this moment, Edward walked over and said with a smile.

"Instructor?" Vincent looked puzzled.

"The murderer is not only brutal in his methods, but even more brutal in strength. The pile of broken corpses belonged to a total of four people, one seemed to have been directly hit by a speeding truck, and the other three seemed to have been crushed by a huge pressure from all directions. Tiger said with a solemn face.

"And no matter which one it is, it shows that the other party is not an ordinary person, Vincent, before you want to pinch the other party's balls, you must first ensure that you are not pinched." Edward took over and gave Vincent a playful glance at his massive frame. It's like measuring this huge volume, and it's not easy to be pinched.

Vincent's originally pale face turned even paler, and his mouth was tough.

"Hmph, when I find the murderer, I will definitely let him taste Vincent's Iron Fist!" As for the possibility of the words, it is unknown.

"Haha." The people around burst into laughter. One by one, they looked at Vincent, who had a hard mouth.