My words made enough of an impact that none of the reporters dared to say anything. They were just waiting for this so-called historical announcement.
Cameras stayed locked on me, lenses twitching, waiting for the next word.
I didn't say a word, and that only made them more confused.
Without a word, I stepped away from the podium.
My actions threw them off.
Whispers broke out but they still maintained their professionalism.
Before long, another figure walked onto the stage.
A middle age man in his 50's
He had graying hair, but his broad shoulders spoke volumes about how well he had taken care of his body.
I passed him the mic without ceremony.
Then, I turned, walked back to my seat, and sat down leisurely. One leg crossed over the other. Then—slowly—I put on a pair of sunglasses.
In the crowd, most of the reporters whispered, recognizing him.
"Hey… isn't that Michael Buff? What's he doing here?"
"Did DEGEN Guild hire him? I heard he costs tens of millions."
