My whole family is involved in diplomacy, so you dare to flex your muscles?

Time stretched out infinitely at this moment.

All eyes were on Gu Yun, and the American reporter named David's smugness was practically overflowing from his glasses.

He had even already thought of tomorrow's news headline—

China's new spokesperson suffers setback in his debut, struggling to cope with accusations of "wolf warrior" tactics.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, Gu Yun did not show any distress or rush to defend himself.

"This...is a journalist from the United States, right?"

"Your question is long, but to summarize, it boils down to two points."

"First, when faced with provocation, do we only resort to 'strong condemnation'?"

"Second, if not, then are we what you call 'wolf warrior diplomacy'?"

With each word he spoke, David's face stiffened a little more.

Gu Yun leaned against the podium, her body slightly forward, as if she were reasoning with an ignorant child.

Before answering your question, I'd like to discuss a concept related to zoology with you.

zoology?

All the reporters present were stunned.

What kind of approach is this?

Speaking about zoology at a diplomatic press conference?

David was also stunned; he couldn't keep up with Gu Yun's pace at all.

Ignoring everyone's astonishment, Gu Yun continued speaking to himself.

"Wolves are animals that typically live in their own territory, guarding their homes and cubs."

They have sharp teeth, but they don't attack easily.

They only bare their fangs and fight back to defend everything when invaders threaten the safety of their homes or try to steal their food.

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the room, especially at several reporters from Japan.

"This is known as the 'Wolf Warrior'."

Before he could finish speaking, he abruptly changed the subject, his voice turning cold.

"And another animal, dogs. Especially... rabid dogs."

He spoke the word "mad dog" very softly, but it was like two slaps to the face of certain people.

"They have no sense of territory, nor any concept of protection."

They might suddenly go berserk for some inexplicable reason, roaring and biting wildly at their neighbors, or even at thin air.

They do not live for survival, nor for protection, but only to vent that deep-seated madness.

They might even selectively forget the many crimes they've committed, then bark wildly at their victims as if nothing had ever happened.

Gu Yun suddenly laughed as she said this.

That smile was faint, yet it carried a chilling coldness.

He looked directly at David, whose face had turned deathly pale, and said, word by word:

So, to answer your question.

If defending one's country's territorial sovereignty, upholding one's nation's history and dignity, and safeguarding the hard-won peace and order are labeled "wolf warriors" by some...

He paused slightly, and the entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Then we are Wolf Warriors, and we are honored to be such 'Wolf Warriors'."

"Because this is a thousand times better than those 'mad dogs' who have no memory of their historical crimes, who have forgotten how they groveled and signed the surrender document, but turn around and bark incessantly at their former victims."

boom!

One stone caused a thousand waves!

"Wolf Warrior" and "Mad Dog"!

This metaphor is scathing and biting, yet so precise!

The reporters at the scene went completely crazy!

The flashes went off like crazy, as if they were free, and the clicking of the shutters created a sea of ​​images!

Everyone stared wide-eyed, unable to believe their ears!

Too bad!

This is no longer diplomatic language; this is blatant insult!

And you can't even refute their insults!

David's face instantly turned from deathly pale to liver-colored.

He opened his mouth, as if trying to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

The word "mad dog" was like a red-hot branding iron, branding it fiercely onto his face, and also onto the faces of certain forces behind him.

In the live stream room in China, the barrage of comments wasn't just flooding the screen, it was exploding!

[Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Mad dog! Hahahaha! Well said! Well said!]

[To kill someone, you must destroy their spirit! A special Blue Hall edition of *Animal World*!]

[Feels so good! Feels so refreshed! Every single one of my 36,000 pores feels soothed! This is the sound we want to hear!]

[Gu Shen: I'm not here to answer questions, I'm here to give you a biology lesson.]

[Don't leave yet! This is a 'Wolf Warrior' level attack on the 'Mad Dog'! We've learned something new!]

[That reporter named David turned green with rage; I bet his ancestors for eighteen generations are turning in their graves.]

Meanwhile, back in the United States, Scott's smile had long since frozen.

He looked at Gu Yun on the screen, who was all smiles and laughter, yet whose words were piercing to the heart, and he trembled with anger.

"Mad dog... mad dog..." He kept repeating the word, feeling his blood pressure soaring wildly.

He thought he had set a perfect trap, but he didn't expect that Gu Yun had no intention of falling into it at all.

He flipped the table over and then slapped himself hard across the face!

At the press conference, Gu Yun looked at the distraught David, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"Oh, right, I think I forgot to mention part of your question earlier."

He seemed to suddenly remember something and added slowly.

"You asked us if there's anything else besides 'strong condemnation'?"

His gaze slowly shifted from David's face, past all the reporters present, as if he were staring at someone or some country on the other side of the camera.

The smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by an unprecedented coldness and seriousness.

"You don't need to worry about that. Because we believe that good wine is served when friends come."

The temperature in the entire hall seemed to drop by more than ten degrees at that moment.

Everyone understood the next sentence he didn't say.

—The jackals are coming; we have hunting rifles.

No, Gu Yun gave them a more direct and more oppressive version.

"We are not Wolf Warriors."

"But we have shotguns."

These words, like a black lightning bolt, shattered the facade of peace above the Blue Hall.

The faces of the Japanese reporters at the scene turned deathly pale.

They didn't even dare to look Gu Yun in the eye.

That was not a warning.

That was a verdict.

Gu Yun gave David no further chances and turned directly to the staff, issuing instructions.

"Some people might not understand what I'm saying, or they might pretend not to understand. That's okay, we can help them recall."

"Excuse me, staff, could you please play a few documents on the large screen behind you?"

His tone was calm.

Everyone knows that the real "feast" is only just beginning.

In his debut, this new spokesperson will not only use words to attack the heart, but also use facts to conduct a public trial!