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Although Danielle agreed to Emilia's request on the surface, she was still worried that sothing might go wrong, and decided to call a private security company just in case.
Of course, with their tight finances and lack of connections, neither the response ti nor the quality of personnel could be expected to be very good.
Despite their promise to be there within ten minutes, Danielle knew that her luck would be considered quite good even if it took them only twice as long. And in case of an ergency, she could only call the police.
Being led to the relatively small 'press room' by Robin, many in the crowd didn't shy away from openly expressing their dissatisfaction.
"Hmph, making us wait for so long. Who do these people think they are?"
"They don't even have a proper place for receiving dia personnel, is it any wonder that they have no idea how to deal with this bit of unexpected fa?"
Fortunately, Robin had already been schooled not to cause a ss in front of the caras, so she barely managed to restrain her temper. "Please wait here, everyone, our leader will be here to talk with you shortly."
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Danielle hadn't expected that there would be people from actual news stations in the crowd, and she couldn't help but be a little flustered. "I get that there might be so unruly and overexcited players, or a few magazines that want to capitalize on the hype, but… isn't this too much?"
Even when they had managed to win a few tournants, none of the big news stations bothered to give them any screen ti. Hot topic or not, how could this kind of event be worth so much fuss?
"Maybe they're here to intentionally make trouble." Emilia sneered. 'Could it be that soone sent them here?'
The sa thought struck Danielle as well, but she quickly shook her head in denial. "Although I've offended a few people before, none of them would make this kind of move."
"No need to be so upset. Just wait… maybe I can turn this into a good thing, after all." Emilia smirked. 'And maybe even dispel so of the 'mastermind's' thoughts.'
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"They agreed to an interview?"
"Yes."
Darryl humd thoughtfully, then smiled. "Alright. Show the live feed, and I'll decide how to proceed next."
The thin, spectacled man who made the report quickly arranged things according to his requirents.
"So that's her…"
In the video, Emilia's charming voice deftly fended all sorts of questions from the crowd, showing a proud and slightly smug deanor.
She refused to reveal her 'secret' to the public, completely ignored any questions about 'cheating', and even made a call for recruitnt of new talents for their team.
"This kind of strategic advantage can only be shared with our teammates, after all. I hope everyone will understand."
Despite her cheeky tone, it was hard for people to get mad in front of that charming smile.
The spectacled man coughed. "Darryl, to be honest… although she looks good, I don't think she's worthy of you."
Obviously, for their excellent friend to pay so much attention to a girl based on just a 'video' on the internet, their first thought was that he must have been deceived by her face.
It was a pity that the girl that their friend finally showed an interest in was just a smug brat, and completely unworthy of standing by the side of a genius like Darryl.
As for him being interested in her because of so secret… such a ridiculous thought never even crossed their minds.
The dark-haired man's eyes were deep, and not even his closest 'friends' could guess what he was thinking.
After a few minutes of tense silence, however, he finally smiled. "Interesting… looks like I really underestimated so people."
Imdiately, so of his friends jumped in alarm.
Could it be that even soone like Darryl could be hooked so easily by such a pompous vixen?!
Just as they were about to try and reason with him again, however, an unexpected 'intruder' ended up completely disrupting their rhythm.
"What's that guy doing here, again?"
"Didn't Darryl make it clear that he won't do as they say?"
The dark-haired man quickly waved off his dissatisfied 'friends' with a smile. "Please let him in, and give us so ti to talk. I'm sure there must be a reason he's here again."
At least this ti, he wasn't stupid enough to interrupt him while he was playing, Darryl thought, a cold glint in his eyes.
A few minutes later, a tall and dignified man with a handlebar mustache took the seat in front of him, his smile both calm and chilling. "Tell … how did you do it?"
Darryl leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling in amusent. "I've done many things that people find hard to understand, so it would be great if you could be more specific, Mr. Dingleberry."
The older man's anger flared, but he quickly cald down after thinking about the consequences if he failed to negotiate with the genius again. "Listen, Darryl, I know you're smart, so you can't be oblivious to what's going on. That technology that you're using to prevent everyone from shutting down your ga… the military wants it."
He smiled. "They think it can be used for… various purposes. And the higher-ups have already approved of their request… regardless of the costs."
Contrary to his expectations, however, Darryl's smile didn't even fluctuate. "Using it for military purposes… oh, they have no idea just how much they're underestimating it."
Before Mr. Dingleberry could respond, Darryl took out a folder from his desk drawer and threw it over carelessly.
The mustached man caught it in surprise, and opened it while wondering what Darryl ant. But when he saw that they were just physical health reports of several boys and girls, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
What did any of this have to do with their discussion?
Darryl smirked. "Show this to the professor that our president trusts so much more than myself. I'm sure he'll know what it ans."
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