I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 87 War Of Words

At least, Jonathan would never come up with the theory of the place being haunted.

“How would you explain the paranormal activities in Golden Years back then?” another reporter asked Jonathan.

It seemed that Jonathan had become the center of the spotlight while Amber was just an insignificant character.

Jonathan replied, “I have to enter the place before I can give you an answer for that.”

The reporter pressed on, “Some masters entered Golden Years in the past, and they died inside. Aren’t you afraid of being rebuked?”

Jonathan responded flatly, “Certain things need to be solved somehow. We can’t give up just because somebody else has failed, right?”

Seeing everyone start to raise more questions, Amber piped up, “All right, everyone. That’s it for the interview. We are entering Golden Years now.”

The police, who were around them, stopped the reporters from approaching them after hearing Amber’s words.

All of a sudden, a loud voice rang out from the crowd. “I think you guys are putting on a show. There’s nothing inside Golden Years at all. This priest is only fishing for fame. I think you guys intend to cheat the public. Otherwise, why won’t you let us follow inside?”

As soon as the words came out, everyone started to butt in.

The yells from the crowd continued to grow louder.

Amber’s face turned pale instantly. She felt that the situation was getting out of hand. They would be exposed if they allowed the reporter to join them. At that moment, she became panicked.

It was useless to suppress the public uproar at that point as all the cameras from the media were directed at Amber and Jonathan.

Amber glanced at Jonathan unwittingly, seeking support from the man at such times of need.

Jonathan didn’t reveal a tinge of panic on his face. He looked at the cameras calmly.

A reporter asked, “Sir, do you have anything to say?”

Jonathan smiled as he replied, “I have nothing to hide in everything I do.” His voice was powerful even in an environment full of noise. He continued, “I wonder who was the one who gave those mocking remarks earlier. Would you step out, please?”

No one stepped forward.

Instead, someone tried to kick up a ruckus again. “Why don’t you bring us inside with you? How do we know if you are putting on a show?”

Jonathan smiled faintly. “Verbal abuse is also an act of violence, especially words that come from the press media. To Golden Years, I’m an outsider. I believe everyone knows what happened inside there better than I do. There was once a school organization with over hundreds of students trying to get in there, but to no avail. Could I make up an incident like that? Mr. Jones once thought of abolishing Golden Years, but it ended up a futile attempt. Did I make that up, too?”

to get me wrong. The decision I’ve made today to enter Golden Years is a matter of life and death. It also

made perfect sense. Everyone

Jonathan’s words. Though they couldn’t hear the conversation between those reporters, they could still

was booming even without the use of a speaker. That

when the crowd wanted to come to Jonathan’s defense, a male reporter climbed up to the roof of a car suddenly. That man was Jacob Sorelle, a reporter from Sunrise Daily News. The purpose he was there that day was to seek attention on behalf of Sunrise

up a righteous front, Jacob said, “Sir, I was the one who questioned your credibility earlier. Let me ask you; if you are not making up any of these, why can’t you let us follow you in and

suddenly leaped onto

he just performed. His power was up to five hundred kilograms. Even climbing a

exclaimed in shock, “Oh

van as

priest is really

started discussing out

They noticed that Jonathan was in trouble. Nonetheless,

behavior. He thought that the latter wanted

you!” Jonathan put his palms together as he

was stunned for a second. His reaction was

so certain that I’m making these up? Do you have any evidence? If you don’t, how could you make such a serious accusation against me? Is that the professionalism a reporter should have? By the way, which newspaper company are

 Beads of cold sweat formed on Jacob’s forehead instantly. Jeez! This man is good at talking indeed!

media, we have the right to raise our doubts on anything we

left no

there. How could I bring a bunch of reporters with me? Who will be held liable if anything goes wrong? I don’t mind about death. But, can you do

replied instantly, “Of course, I can.” He couldn’t show any signs of weakness in

rest inside to investigate the truth now. I’ll wait for you

was

and that I was making it up, why don’t you find out the

reporters felt terrified

Even Jacob stopped talking.

you mock me earlier? It seems like you’re

started laughing out

“Sir, as a priest, how could you talk so

With that said, Jonathan swung the fly-whisk in his hand again. His voice was loud and clear. He continued, “In The Destino, we learn about kindness. Nonetheless, we’re mortals too. We have emotions like everyone else. In The Destino, we emphasize reaping what you sow. Do you need me to elaborate

said!” a youngster exclaimed in

to be fond of Jonathan for his sharp wit. Each of his words was straight to the point

him with admiration. They felt

though nothing in the world would stump

the van, felt embarrassed. Gritting his teeth,