Chapter 230: Interview

After that ultimate armor-piercing incendiary explosive bullet detonated, the nearby police quickly reacted. Not only did they use two police armored vehicles to shield both sides of the bus, but they also deployed police magic-pattern shields, further pressing the crowd on both sides of the road beyond the sidewalks.

"Bastards!"

Carl, still shaken, immediately made a mobile phone call: "Chu, are your people in the Security Group all eating shit? Four outlaws, over twenty retired special forces, and the full cooperation of the East District Police Station, and you still let them find such a good angle to shoot? Are you really elites of the 'Nason's Hand' unit?"

Chu Siguo on the other end of the line had nothing to say, but Li Mochen spoke a fair word for them: "You can't blame them, Carl. The shooter was 6.7 kilometers away. That sniper's skill is no less than Sky Eye's."

The coaches also turned pale, only slightly relieved after seeing that the three were unharmed.

Louise Linden frowned deeply, her almond eyes filled with anger. She also dialed her mobile phone and walked over to Li Mochen: "Amo, how are you feeling now? With something like this happening, we can apply to the competition committee for a postponement. This is attempted murder; we can't rule out someone trying to interfere with the match results."

Angela nodded vigorously upon hearing this; she had been terrified as well. When that bullet penetrated, her heart nearly stopped.

"No need."

Li Mochen reacted calmly. He had experienced such dangers countless times in the Primordial Dome Realm. Even while under the curse of Dugu Tianyi, it stirred no waves in him.

He only glanced out the window again with some regret. He had clearly seen a large crowd holding signs like 'Support You, Andre', 'You Are Our Lucky Prince', 'Your Talent Is Unmatched'.

Rarely, although women were the majority in this group, men also accounted for about twenty to thirty percent.

It was a pity that this shot cost him the chance to get up close with these fans.

Five minutes later, the bus they were riding slowly drove into the parking lot. It was already under martial law, with thousands of military and police completely sealing off all directions. When Li Mochen got off, he even saw Colin Damon, the head of the East District Police Station's Major Crimes Unit. Slightly surprised, he naturally walked over to greet him.

But Captain Damon's expression was very unpleasant when he saw him: "You know, Andre, everyone in our station has been busy for you these past few days! The entire East City is in chaos, and this damned game has moved almost all of Atlanta into this Storm Stadium."

"East City? What does that have to do with me? But I heard the war against the Blood Hand Gang has stopped; there haven't been any attacks since last night."

Li Mochen was quite surprised: "Also, aren't you the head of the Major Crimes Unit? Why are you here?"

"Of course because we're short-handed! We estimated that by this afternoon, the crowd gathering at Storm Stadium might exceed 300,000, so we borrowed personnel from other district stations. We prepared a full 3,500 people, but something still went wrong. You almost got shot by a sniper just now, right? Shit, tomorrow—no, tonight—the media and TV stations will tear us apart."

Colin Damon said irritably: "And as for the Blood Hand Gang, do you think it's over? Antonio was a master of checks and balances; his subordinates' strength is well-balanced. So now, who will become the new godfather of the Blood Hand Gang? If this isn't handled well, the entire East District will fall into chaos."

Li Mochen had nothing to say and could only smile awkwardly: "Good luck, Captain Damon!"

The latter, however, offered a reminder just as Li Mochen was about to leave: "Andre, I suggest you go find a pair of sunglasses right now, before you head to Arena A."

Li Mochen didn't understand at first, but when he stepped onto the stairs leading into Arena A through the athletes' passage, he realized Colin Damon's intention. Even with his current level of cultivation, he was nearly blinded by the incessant flashes of cameras.

"Mr. Wiltenstein, is it true that you were just attacked? There's talk of a sniper?"

"Andre, are you injured? Will this affect the upcoming match?"

"It's said that the police officers from the Eastern District Police Station couldn't find the culprit at the sniper's location. What are your thoughts on that? Any guesses about the perpetrator or the mastermind?"

"Andre, what do you have to say about the upcoming quarterfinal match?"

"—Currently, major TV stations and media columns generally believe your chances of winning are low. The odds offered by various betting companies are all above 3.5. What are your thoughts on that?"

"Mr. Wiltenstein, are you confident about this match? Cadio Rhodes and his sponsor, Arcadis Corporation, have both declared they will defeat you in this competition."

Under the protection of numerous police and security personnel, Li Mochen walked all the way to the top step before stopping with a stern expression.

"Let me briefly answer everyone's questions. First, I was indeed targeted in an assassination attempt just ten minutes ago, with someone sniping at me from 6.7 kilometers away. Unfortunately, I have no information about the perpetrator's identity or the mastermind. That is the police's responsibility, and I am also awaiting the results of their investigation. However, I hope everyone and the general public will not be too harsh on the officers of the Eastern District Police Station; their efforts are evident to the naked eye."

"Secondly, regarding this match, I stated weeks ago that I am determined to win the Atlanta Individual Championship. None of the competitors in this tournament will be my match; they cannot stop my progress!"

...

At that moment, in a small box at Storm Stadium, Jennifer Wiltenstein was frowning slightly as she watched the live broadcast of Li Mochen on television.

"—I am determined to win the Atlanta Individual Championship. None of the competitors in this tournament will be my match; they cannot stop my progress!"

Hearing this, Jennifer pressed the button on the remote control, turned off the TV, and then, with a slight frown, fell into deep thought.

"It seems Master Andre is full of confidence."

The butler Oliver, standing by her side, also mused, "I wonder if he knows about Cadio Rhodes's contact with the Dragon Witch Cult?"

"The information department of Nathan Sports Group is not that incompetent, and the several intelligence agencies they have long-term cooperation with possess extremely strong investigative capabilities."

Jennifer shook her head slightly: "But the reactions of Nathan Sports Group and the betting companies are puzzling to me. The former has reduced their media and public relations expenses, while the latter have simultaneously lowered the odds for both Andre and Cadio Rhodes. Are they optimistic about him or not? But that's not my primary concern."

When Jennifer said this, she couldn't help rubbing her forehead: "I feel that Andre has changed too much. Can you imagine? A few months ago, he was barely able to make ends meet, and now he's the hottest rising sports star in Atlanta. He also wields a powerful force that can confront Antonio of the Blood Hand Gang head-on, even defeating them. I'm starting to wonder if he really is my brother."