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But it doesn't matter, the second group of media reporters has arrived.

"Hurry up! We must get there before the other media, we need an exclusive!" A person who looked like the editor-in-chief shouted, followed by a few reporters carrying cameras, quickly running in this direction.

An exclusive?

Diao coughed a little in his throat, oh well, although the exposure was a bit low, but an exclusive means it's exclusive.

He watched those reporters rushing over with urgency on their faces, ready to wait for them to interview him, but swoosh, they went right past him again.

Diao was confused again, what's going on?

He turned his head to look at the crowd, then turned to look at the other media reporters running over from the side.

This time, it should be me, right?

Diao watched as the third group of media approached, thinking that although he had the ability, he also needed to take the initiative.

So, he actively walked towards that media group.

"Hello, my name is Hu Diao, you want to..."

"Move aside!"

The reporter said impatiently.

"Hey, no need to be in such a rush, I have time." Diao said, puzzled.

"What's it to me that you have time? I don't have any!"

The reporter frowningly said, wanting to bypass him, but Diao directly blocked the way.

"Aren't you here to interview me?" Diao asked in confusion.

"Interview you? Who do you think you are? You're not worthy of my interview!" The reporter snorted coldly, "Get out of my way!"

"But I came in first!" Hu Diao said, "Look at the others, they're still in the water."

"First? The others have long finished, do you know how fast they swam? In less than a minute!"

Having said that, the reporter directly pushed Hu Diao aside, not forgetting to say before leaving, "If you delay me from getting an exclusive on him, I'll come after you!"

Diao was left bewildered by the wind.

Meanwhile, Ren Feng and Xia Wenxue were still kissing, lasting a full minute before parting.

Xia Wenxue's pretty face was completely flushed, she panted softly: "Didn't you say it would be just a moment?"

Ren Feng blinked: "Xue'xue, it was just a moment, if you still want more, we can continue."

Xia Wenxue's pretty face was filled with shyness.

Just at this moment, a voice came from within the crowd.

"Move aside, move aside, we're reporters from Sports Weekly."

"We're reporters from Love Sports, can I ask you a few questions?"

Ren Feng looked over, only to see many media reporters squeezing in this direction.

"Oh dear, Xue'xue, run!"

Without a word, Ren Feng grabbed Xia Wenxue's small hand and started to run.

If he really got interviewed, then he'd become famous. When the attention rises, anything he does will be known to others, so how could he go around flirting?

Unlike a certain Zhang Ye who only wanted to be a big star, Ren Feng's goal was different, he just wanted to woo all the beautiful girls in the world.

"Oh dear, Ren Feng, slow down." Xia Wenxue panted as she spoke.

Suddenly, Ren Feng picked Xia Wenxue up in one swift motion and started running forward.

Xia Wenxue gasped in surprise, then clung tightly to Ren Feng's arm, feeling his heartbeat up close, her pretty face filled with bashfulness.

"Hey, wait up."

Those reporters were frantically chasing them from behind.

But Ren Feng was too fast, and before long, his figure vanished.

"Ah." Jia and his companions, who arrived later, could only sigh in disappointment, what a shame, that such a talented person wouldn't go swimming?

Meanwhile, taking advantage of their inattention, Ren Feng retrieved his clothing and went back to the hotel with Xia Wenxue.

After this incident, the relationship between Ren Feng and Xia Wenxue could be said to have officially entered the realm of boyfriend-girlfriend, though the final barrier hasn't been broken.

In the following days, to let Xia Wenxue relax, Ren Feng decided to stay in Wansha City for a few days to accompany her properly.

...

Meanwhile, high in the sky, a plane soared directly towards Huaxia.

In this massive Boeing plane, it was surprisingly empty, aside from a few dozen people sitting in first class, most seats were unoccupied.

"Is this your idea of humor?" Zijingji sat in her seat, her face covered by a mask, her words tinged with coldness.

"If you can enjoy, then enjoy, after all, I don't like mingling with those common people on the same plane."

Sitting in the adjacent seat across the aisle was an extremely handsome man, but he was leaning back on the sofa, his face was unclear.

Snapping his fingers, the stewardesses standing by approached, one of them holding a glass of cocktail.

The man reached for the cocktail and with a wicked smile, pinched the stewardess's face.

"Not bad, your looks are decent." Saying so, the man took out a stack of US Dollars and tucked it into the stewardess's white blouse.

"Go to the back, strip and wait for me."

The man gazed at the woman in front of him with a wicked and greedy look, with no attempt to hide his lust.

The blonde stewardess's eyes lit up, and instead of being offended, she flirtatiously headed to the rear cabin to wait.

"Not only do you have a wicked sense of humor, but you also lack restraint." Zijingji said coldly, "I don't understand why the organization assigned you here too, is it to curb me?"

"NO, NO, NO." The man looked at Zijingji with amusement: "To put it accurately, I am here to oversee this operation, while you're merely one of my subordinates."

Zijingji snorted coldly.

"Dear Ms. Zijingji, don't say I haven't heard of you before, even if I had, showing such disrespect to me won't end well."

The young man smiled serenely, "Anyone who dares to stop me from advancing into the organizational core, I will chop off their head and feed it to the dogs!"

Zijingji said indifferently, "I can predict this operation's failure, partnering with you, I have to consider failure before even starting."

"No, the word failure is not in my dictionary." The young man said with a mild smile, "Haven't you noticed the strong individuals we have behind us?"

Zijingji glanced back, seeing in the seats behind them, the first row was occupied by 3-star experts from the organization, including even three 5-star experts.

Further back were the organization's special products, whose combat power was extremely formidable, capable of overpowering experts with equivalent ratings.

For instance, even within the same realm, this "product" would make experts of the same power run for their lives.

Turning back after observing those with cold, indifferent expressions, Zijingji pondered.

Perhaps, this time they really could eliminate Ren Feng?