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A notification from her phone snapped Samantha back to her senses.
She looked at the screen and saw a WeTalk message from Harmony.
[Ignore whatever those netizens say on Waybo. Your strength is obvious for all to see. I did make a mistake, so I fully accept the results of this round. Iâll just continue to do my best in future rounds. The competition may be important, but I think itâs equally as important to maintain such a good friendship. I hope the comments on the internet wonât affect our relationship.]
After reading that, Samantha had to admit thatâif nothing elseâHarmony had a very high emotional quotient.
It was difficult to get a bad impression of her when she spoke on Samanthaâs behalf on Waybo and even expressed her goodwill privately through WeTalk.
In that case, Samantha would appear petty if she felt any further dissatisfaction.
Samantha thought for a moment and replied: [Yeah, letâs do our best in the competition.]
Harmony returned a smiling emoji in seconds.
Samantha did not reply and considered the matter settled.
â¦
The second round started five days later.
At nine oâclock in the morning, the seven contestants who made it through gathered in the studio. After Walter did a headcount, the three judges assumed their places.
The rules were announced on the spot, just like the previous round. One of the judges stood up to face the crowd, but as soon as he cleared his voice and prepared to speak, he heard a commotion outside the door.
Everyone exchanged glances and was taken aback. Everyone wanted to know what happened.
The judgesâ stopped and looked at Walter, âDid something happen, Walter? Would you like to go out and have a look?â
Such noises were not permitted during any broadcasts and recordings done within a TV station!
Walter nodded. âIâll head out and have a look.â
A staff member barged in all of a sudden as soon as Walter finished his sentence. There was a look of anxiety and panic on the manâs face. âThings arenât looking good, Mr. Schuck. A madman forced his way into the station and heâs at studio one right now. Some people have been held hostage and the situation is extremely dire. He asked for a reporter or an anchor, but thereâs a convention today and all our reporting staff is now out on duty. I canât contact anyone now. Do you have anyone here?â
âWhat...â Walter was shocked to hear a madman coming in.
Similar incidents had recently been reported but Walter never expected it to happen before his eyes.
As someone who had gone through enough stormy situations, Walter forced himself to calm down and replied, âI donât have anyone on my end. Iâll make a call to see if I can get someone.â
The staff member said anxiously, âThereâs not enough time. The madman is taking a child hostage. If the child gets too scared and the madman is pissed off, there might not be hope for the childâs life to be saved.â
He then glanced across the contestants. âArenât they anchors? Canât they go?â
âNO!â Walter retorted without thinking. âTheyâre anchors with no actual experience in the field, plus theyâre women! If something happens...â
The staff member did not seem to hear what Walter was saying and looked directly to the contestants while asking, âWould anyone like to go over to interview that madman and listen to his demands?â
The contestants practically took a step back in unison. There was fear and unhappiness on everyoneâs faces.
Criminals were inhumane. Who would not feel scared if they went crazy?
âA child is in the madmanâs hands.â When those words appeared in Samanthaâs mind, she clenched her fists as her arms hung on either side of her body. A resoluteness appeared in her eyes and she took a step forward. âIâll go.â
Everyone could not help but look at Samantha and there was a myriad of emotions in each of their faces.
Walter, as the person responsible for the competition, was obligated to protect the lives of the contestants. He advised, âPlease think long and hard about your decision, Samantha. This isnât a joke. Thereâs a possibility youâll get injuredâ¦or worseâ¦die.â
âThat doesnât mean we can just leave the child alone!â Samantha looked at the staff member, âLetâs go. We donât have much time.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The staff looked touched and merely said, âOkay, come with me!â
After a pause, he said to Walter, âMr. Schuck, youâre in charge of evacuating everyone. Leave the TV station as fast as you can and keep yourself safe!â
Samantha did not hesitate and followed the staff.
Walter shouted at her from behind, âBe careful, Samantha.â
He then turned around and looked at everyone. âEveryone, follow me.â
Harmony spoke suddenly, âMr. Schuck, Iâm worried about Samantha and I want to help too. Iâm going to studio one.â
She dashed off as soon as she spoke and without waiting for Walter to reply.
Walter was unable to stop her and immediately felt a headache coming on. There was nothing else he could do except to take care of the group of people in front of him. âAs for the others, please come with me.â
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Samantha followed the staff to the door of studio number one. The employees had been evacuated inside, leaving only the madman and the child he held hostage.
The staff and the security guards in the station were all surrounding the door, but no one dared to act recklessly. Security had attempted to enter earlier, but the madman immediately pressed a knife on the childâs neck and drew blood, startling all the guards into retreating.
The staff held Samantha and explained in detail, âWe already have him surrounded. The police and the special police unit are about to arrive soon. Remember to calm the madmanâs emotions after you enter, stall him as much as possible, protect the child, and make sure to cooperate with us. Donât provoke him or else you and the child will be in danger!â
Samantha nodded, âOkay, I understand.â
On a final note, the staff added, âIf things go south, then you should...prioritize your own life.â
âYes.â
The staff handed over her anchor card, a microphone, and a Bluetooth earpiece to her. âBe careful!â
Samantha put the Bluetooth earpiece on and let her hair down to cover it. After making sure it was nowhere in sight, she put on her anchor credentials and grasped the microphone. âIâm going in!â
Everyone reminded her, âBe careful.â
Samantha knocked gently on the door before opening it slowly and taking slow steps in.
As she walked in, she saw the madman holding an eight-year-old boy and sitting on the newsroom table. He was pressing a small knife on the childâs neck and it was quite clear that there were already several red marks on the childâs neck. The child had a tear-stained face but was too scared to cry.
The madman had a fierce gaze, and as soon as Samantha walked in, he stared at her like a predator looking right at its prey. She could not help but feel a chill down her spine.
When Samantha was three steps into the room, the madman ordered sullenly, âClose the door and lock it!â
Samantha pursed her lips slightly. Before she could even reach for the door, the madman immediately yelled, âLock the door! Or Iâll cut the boy again!â