"Do you have anything you want to say to Blatter?"
"Will you still attend the FIFA awards ceremony in January?"
The media reporters at the scene were in complete chaos, all chasing after Wang Shuo with questions.
Wang Shuo walked up to the main podium and sat down. He had just taken a shower in the locker room and changed his clothes. His hair was still damp, but his eyes were incredibly calm as he stared firmly at the crowd of reporters before him.
The venue gradually quieted down. They could all feel the fire burning in Wang Shuo's eyes.
Wang Shuo turned his head and looked toward the entrance he had just walked through. Shen Qinghe stood at the doorway, giving him a hand signal to stay calm and rational. Taking a few deep breaths, he forced himself to settle down.
The reporters waited with bated breath. However, Wang Shuo's very first sentence made their jaws drop.
