The reporters in the room stared at the stage with terrified eyes. Luo Jiahui hurriedly raised his hands, waving them constantly. After quieting down, he let out a groan, and the growling of his hungry stomach could be heard again.,Paper can't contain fire, and Mr. Jean has been going too far recently.,With a deafening boom, chunks of black shields rose up, and in the blink of an eye as the burly man waved his hand, a trail of flame shot out, soaring into the sky. The flames drew gasps from the onlookers gathered behind the police officer.。