It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 590 Apology
Simultaneous interpretation voices came through Feng Ling's headset.

After listening to the audio translation, she found it amusing, clicked her tongue softly, and made no comment.

Huang Yi leaned forward slightly and said into the microphone, "The sole purpose of this press conference is to formally disclose the truth and details of the recently widely publicized case of the out-of-control hunter. We are well aware of the public's concern about this matter and firmly believe that openness and transparency are the cornerstones for eliminating misunderstandings and maintaining credibility. Therefore, the content and agenda of today's press conference will strictly revolve around this core objective. There is no speaking session scheduled for the hunter, Feng Ling, and she will not answer any questions from the audience. Please direct your questions to the case itself. Thank you for your understanding and cooperation."

Not letting Feng Ling speak wasn't because we had a problem with her, but because speaking in these kinds of situations usually requires extreme caution, to avoid falling into the language traps of those with ulterior motives, or being taken out of context and made a big deal out of it.

The head of the Lisa Military District, who was standing to the side, turned his head and asked Huang Yi, "Is it almost time? Can we end this now?"

Huang Yi nodded and was about to announce the end of the press conference when the reporters began to stir.

Like fans desperately shouting for an encore before the concert ended, reporters disregarded order and swarmed around Feng Ling, eagerly asking questions.

"Is the Windfeather Hunter refusing to answer questions because the contamination levels aren't completely under control?!"

"What actions will the Windfeather Hunters take against the alien species next?"

"If the contamination levels get out of control, will the contaminants trained by the hunters also go out of control? Does the monitoring team have any preventative measures in place?!"

The soldiers quickly formed a human wall to prevent reporters from rushing to the seating area.

At that moment, a reporter, squeezed into the crowd, suddenly shouted: "Protest! Protest! The hunters caused mass casualties in Ilanka, they must apologize! Why won't they apologize?! I protest!!!"

Seeing this, the other reporters all turned their cameras on the protester and stopped asking Feng Ling questions.

Huang Yi said with a grim expression, "I have already given a detailed explanation of the cause of the mass casualties in Ilanka. General Singer of Ilanka was logged into by an alien species and has been working with the Star Society to endanger the safety of human survival. He has established player paradises in countries such as Mogu and Manro, causing countless people to be displaced. He then persecuted our hunter, Feng Ling, who entered Ilanka in self-defense."

The reporter screamed at the top of his lungs, "You're lying! It's all a lie!!! General Singh is the greatest general! He fought against foreign invaders for national security, defended the border, and is a hero of our country!"

Huang Yi said with annoyance, "Guards! Drag him out!"

Two soldiers grabbed the disruptive reporters from either side and dragged them outside.

The reporter, completely unafraid, as if possessed by unyielding steel, raised his neck and roared at Feng Ling: "You not only killed our general! You also slandered him by claiming he was logged into by a different species! Trampling on the general's reputation is tantamount to trampling on the entire Ilanka! Don't think you're so great just because you're a hunter! Apologize!!! You must apologize!!!"

When the cursing got heated, tears streamed down his face, as if he were about to smash his head against a pillar and die to prove his point.

"How touching." Feng Ling sighed as she watched the reporter's retreating figure. "I wonder if, when I die, someone will speak up for me like he did."

Huang Yi glanced at her silently.

Feng Ling discussed with Huang Yi: "How about I go and apologize? It's not like I'll lose anything."

She genuinely didn't care; she treated it like comforting a child.

When she was little, she often got into fights. Her mother never questioned who was right or wrong; she would just grab both children and order them to apologize to each other and make peace.

If the child stubbornly refuses to apologize, they will receive one less piece of fruit or a snack like yogurt bread that day.

With so many children in the orphanage, Feng Ma didn't have the time or energy to hold court every day. This was the quickest solution, but also the most brutal.

So Feng Ling got used to it and didn't feel embarrassed to say sorry.

Of course, part of the reason was that she always won the fights, and as the winner, she felt a subtle, mischievous pleasure when apologizing to the other party.

Huang Yi said to Feng Ling expressionlessly, "You are now representing more than just yourself." Feng Ling touched her face, "Then I really can't apologize."

She looked at the microphone on the stage, reached out and picked it up, patting it. "Hey, hey, hey, reporter from Ilanka, wait a minute."

The soldiers supporting the reporter stopped.

The whole place fell silent.

Click, click—the reporters kept pressing the camera shutter.

Feng Ling coughed lightly and said, "The General Singer you mentioned, who let wolves into the house and invited the aliens into his home, did bring a false peace to your country in a sense. But because of his existence, Ilanka has not yet established a decent surveillance team. The card holders of Ilanka have probably all become the aliens' prey. Your current nonsense is not to commemorate your general, but because you are afraid that Ilanka will no longer have the ability to protect itself, right?"

The reporter's facial expression shifted repeatedly, finally culminating in a vicious shout: "You killed General Singh! You killed everyone in the General's mansion! You must apologize!!!"

"Why can't you understand human language?" Feng Ling frowned. "I'll give you two cards. Why don't you train another general? Let General Singh rest in peace. Stop calling his name all the time."

The reporter paused slightly, her tone hesitant: "...You, you must apologize..."

"Three cards, no apology." Feng Ling shook her head.

The reporter suspected she was joking; how could she just give away such a valuable resource as trading cards?
But what if what she said is true? She's an internationally renowned hunter, after all; surely she wouldn't lie at a press conference?

...No, that's hard to say. If the pollution level is out of control, it's perfectly acceptable to go back on one's word.

Thinking this through gritted teeth, the reporter replied, "You must apologize!"

"Four cards, no apology." Feng Ling said calmly, "Four cards are enough for you to train two generals. Think it over carefully."

The reporter was a little confused. Could it really be true?

"You...you..."

The reporter tried to get a clear answer, but Feng Ling impatiently interrupted, "Five cards, is that enough?"

reporter:"………………"

"Six cards." Feng Ling made another offer, and to prove that she was telling the truth, she raised her hand and threw out a handful of cards, like a deck of cards.

In an instant, countless silver cards floated above everyone's heads, glittering and dazzling, a truly beautiful sight.

"Feng Ling!" Huang Yi shouted urgently.

Feng Ling, however, was quite composed. Standing upright with her hands on her hips, she looked at the cards and said, "Aren't they beautiful? I collected them all by killing alien species."

Her gaze suddenly shifted downwards, landing on the reporter's face. Feng Ling asked with a smile, "Do you still want me to apologize?"

The reporter felt a chill run down her spine, shivered, and replied, "No...no need..."

　"Encore" is a transliteration of "encore". At a concert, shouting "encore" means to sing another song.

　　(End of this chapter)