"You're going to answer for this when we get back."
Su An'an gritted her teeth, wanting nothing more than to throw William to the reporters.
Punishing the reporters would have been easy, but if she were labeled arrogant and domineering, it would be hard to hold on to her title of Duke.
Just as the tension reached its peak, the heavy iron gates of the Mad Beast Institute boomed open.
Director Simon of the Mad Beast Institute walked out, followed by fully armed soldiers.
The Vulture Beastman was in his forties, with a gaunt face and narrow eyes that held a sinister, cold glint.
He swept a cold gaze over the chaotic scene, his voice sharper than sandpaper on glass:
"The Third Princess's mission to save the Frenzied Beasts is an honor for the entire Empire."
"Anyone who obstructs this righteous mission is a rebel."
"He's all yours."
Ye Yuan sneered and threw the reporter in the skull mask at Simon's feet.
The reporter's face instantly turned ashen, and he trembled as he spoke:
