Chapter 485: All Program Inspector Captains!

When Mr. He announced those three names, the crowd watching the livestream went into a frenzy once again.

The Apollo royal family was famous across the globe. Its members frequently made headlines around the world, and Apollo remained one of the few nations on Earth still governed by a hereditary monarchy.

They followed the traditional system: typically, the eldest son of the emperor and empress was the heir to the throne.

Of course, that was usually the case, unless fate had other plans.

The current emperor had, in fact, been the youngest among his siblings. His eldest brother was a wastrel, and the second had died in a tragic accident.

Thus, the crown had fallen to him.

Stanley, Eve, and Miller—two princes and a princess—all direct descendants of the king and queen.

Stanley was the eldest son. Eve, the only daughter, was also the eldest child. Miller, the youngest, was just eighteen years old.

Don’t let his age fool you—he was a prodigy in archery, horseback riding, and fencing. He had graduated from Cambridge University at sixteen and was now pursuing a PhD at Harvard. That alone was enough to overshadow most young men his age.

“Let’s invite Prince Stanley to say a few words,” Mr. He said warmly, offering the microphone with a respectful smile for the sake of diplomacy, of course.

Stanley took the mic. The moment he opened his mouth, the crowd gasped.

“Hello, everyone. I’m Stanley from the nation of Apollo. Beside me are my sister and younger brother. We’ve come here for one reason, to see for ourselves just how powerful this so-called ‘Heaven-defying Prodigy’ truly is. Of course, we don’t lack for ability either. In terms of intelligence and combat skills, we may fall short compared to some of you here. But when it comes to wealth, I doubt any of you can compete with us.”

He paused after saying that.

What stunned the audience wasn’t just his words, but the fact that he had spoken in fluent Dragonese, without the slightest accent.

If you ignored his striking green eyes, his deep-set features, the high-bridged nose, and that mop of silver-blond curls…

You might have mistaken him for a native of the Dragon Country.

“And so,” Stanley declared, “the three of us will deploy the full military force of Apollo to hunt down and capture Wang Yun.”

Hiss—!

The entire armed forces of Apollo!

Even Mr. He couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath.

What kind of declaration was that?

It was essentially saying: we’re mobilizing an entire nation’s power to chase a single man.

Holy hell!

Viewers across the country felt their scalps tingle. Somewhere on the plane, Wang Yun suddenly sneezed.

“I’m gonna lose it! He’s up against a whole country?!”

“Apollo’s one of the wealthiest nations on Earth! They’re on par with the States!”

“Forget the States! Remember how badly Kolyev failed last time? Useless!”

“Kolyev was just one guy representing the States. These three? They are the country!”

“Doesn’t matter if it’s a whole country, Big Brother Wang will always be Big Brother Wang!”

“Also, is it just me, or does Eve look like a living porcelain doll? She’s gorgeous!”

“Miller… I’m a guy, but even I think he’s hot. Total brooding prince vibes. My idol just got replaced!”

The comment section exploded.

Though the livestream had a dedicated chat area, the messages were scrolling too fast to read. So viewers opened up paid bullet comments (danmu) to get their words seen. Each danmu cost ten cents, and they were flying nonstop.

“A whole country’s power? I get goosebumps just thinking about it! This hunt is going to be legendary. I can’t wait. Thank you, Stanley. Thank you, Apollo.” Mr. He chuckled, moving on. “And now, our next guest is another remarkable figure.”

The camera shifted to the face of another representative.

He had dark skin and wore a tribal outfit. His upper body was draped in a cloth cloak, his lower half wrapped in a skirt made of leaves.

He held a long staff in one hand and wore a necklace of sharp, beast-like fangs around his neck.

His wide, expressive eyes, oversized nose, and thick lips gave him a powerful, primal presence like something straight out of prehistoric times.

“Just from his outfit, I bet many of you have already guessed it,” Mr. He said. “This man hails from the Indigenous Nation, located at the southernmost tip of the Earth. It’s a small country with harsh, tropical conditions year-round. Life there is tough, so tough that every citizen, from elderly seniors to six-year-old children, is as strong as an elite unit. And this man before you is the youngest-ever chieftain of the Hahabaye Tribe, Suo Xijieli!”

Just as Mr. He finished, the people behind Suo Xijieli let out a thunderous roar.

The sound was deep and rhythmic.

They raised their spears high, slammed them into the ground three times, then stomped in unison on the stage.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Booming, muffled thuds echoed through the air as they chanted in guttural, powerful syllables.

The atmosphere was electrifying.