Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm

How do you deal with a clown? Especially when the other party is a journalist.

Retaliate directly?

No.

The more you engage with this kind of person, the more they get carried away.

Because that is exactly the purpose of the white journalist.

This would bring traffic to this guy.

And even more attention.

So the best way is to—ignore the clown completely.

No matter how much you jump around, if I say even one extra word to you, I'll consider it my loss!

Yang Fan didn't even glance at the white journalist, as if this person didn't exist at all.

He turned his head and glanced at Zhuo Junyi, saying, "Mr. Zhuo, someone is trying to interfere with the rescue team's actions, please remove unrelated personnel."

To him, the Carmenia Rescue Team was already wiped out, and reports from journalists were no longer necessary, the media held no value.

Zhuo Junyi quickly responded, "Understood!"

The white journalist was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly shouted, "The public has a right to know, you can't do this!"

Yang Fan turned a deaf ear.

Zhuo Junyi gestured to his subordinates, instructing in a low voice, "Escort everyone away except the Great Xia media."

"Yes!"

The white journalist continued to shout, "Any civilian has the right to news reporting, Great Xia's actions are trampling this right."

Oleg, a Superpower User from the Bering Kingdom, suddenly had a thought, realizing this was a good opportunity to make an impression.

This guy strode toward the white journalist, glancing at the ID hanging around the latter's neck.

He immediately saw the name—Frost!

Oleg shouted, "Buddy, don't you think you're a bit too loud?"

Frost was a little scared, his tone fiercely said, "Who are you?"

Oleg smirked without warmth, "I am from the Bering Kingdom Superpower User organization, the Second Elder of the Druid Secret Realm."

Frost habitually pulled the tiger's skin, "You are interfering with the right to report in front of the entire world, you will certainly be condemned globally."

Oleg made an "Oh" sound, in a shameless tone, "I'd love to know what being condemned feels like."

Frost was immediately choked hard.

This clown, when faced with someone truly shameless, couldn't cope a bit.

Oleg's smile was somewhat malicious, "Buddy, are you going to scram yourself or should I throw you into the sea."

Frost tried to babble, "You…"

Oleg couldn't be bothered listening anymore, directly grabbed the white journalist by the neck, and fiercely shouted, "Shut up!"

Frost felt a little suffocated, and his neck ached terribly, starting to struggle desperately.

But he was just an ordinary person.

While Oleg was a strong Superpower User.

Frost, like a pathetic little chick, had no power to resist.

Oleg brought his mouth close to the other's ear, viciously saying, "You're just a fool, do you even know what you're doing?

"The era has long changed, it's now the Superpower Era, do you even know what it means to provoke the number one strong man on Canglan Star?

"Do you really think your journalist status is your talisman, that others dare not move against you lightly?

"I'm telling you clearly. An ordinary Superpower User has a hundred ways to quietly kill, the Great Xia Ghost has at least ten thousand ways.

"Even if he just hints at it, you wouldn't even know how you died, and no one would say a word about it."

For the first time, real fear appeared in Frost's eyes.

Oleg nakedly threatened, "Get lost! If I see you again, I'll surely put a curse on you, making you suffer for a hundred days before dying."

After saying this.

The big guy released his fingers.

Frost took a difficult breath, rolling away in a panic.

Oleg watched the other's back, giving a light "humph."

To be honest.

This guy wasn't just threatening; he really had the urge to kill Frost.

After all, taking down a foolish journalist that provoked the strongest on Canglan Star was also a means to build rapport with the Great Xia Ghost.

But Oleg considered that the Great Xia Ghost had seemingly never unlawfully killed civilians, hence suppressing his murderous intent.

Not long after.

Most journalists were escorted off the rescue ship.

These people were put onto a small boat, heading tens of kilometers away to Novari Port.

After ten minutes.

The small boat moved away from West Mountain.

Frost, with a gloomy face, glanced at the West Mountain rescue ship, cursing under his breath, "Hope all the Great Xia people die!"

Two seconds later.

A two-meter-high wave suddenly surged up.

The sea surface was relatively calm, yet a large wave appeared suddenly, which was quite strange.

The small boat rocked violently as a result.

Frost, caught off guard, was thrown into the icy sea water.

Others shouted quickly.

"Someone fell overboard!"

"Hurry and save them!"

A minute later.

Frost was rescued.

Although he was wearing a life jacket and was not seriously harmed.

But with the sea temperature near freezing point, spending a minute in the icy water left him freezing, his lips turning blue.

After this lesson, Frost shrank his shivering body, saying nothing.

He was truly scared!

*

On the other side.

West Mountain.

For Yang Fan.

A mere white journalist was just an insignificant nobody.

He quickly forgot about him.

He wasn't even aware someone had quietly stepped in and severely taught Frost a lesson.

Yang Fan watched the distant phantom of a ship, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.