The Protector

Although the living and working conditions were tough, the shooting of the variety show in the barracks proceeded without a hitch.

They endured, for they knew that they were doing something different, and the outcome should be great. Most importantly, they would make a lot of money.

As they settled in slowly, they got used to the pace of life there. Seeking to further increase her popularity, Sarah queried, “Boss, can we broadcast live-stream from the barracks? My fans want to see what the army dorms look like.”

Pierre puffed a cigar and replied, “It’s up to you all. Let me tell you something. Since I’m the one who brought you all into this place to film a show, there’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“You’re amazing, boss! We admire you!” Sarah and the others cheered.

“It’s nothing! After all, I have connections all over Erudia. There’s nothing I can’t do!”

Pierre boasted as he gave his cigar the last puff before casually flicking the butt onto the grass.

A small patch of the grass where his cigar butt fell was burnt.

Following his permission, the internet influencers started their live-streaming.

influencer assigned per team, the whole production

fans, look! This is how a military base looks like. Here’s the battle tank, and this

brought her to a phalanx of

fans! Behold,

jump onto the tank later and

only filmed the tank formation, but she was also daring enough to climb up and

back to where you

reek of sweat!” Sarah furrowed her brows

form of shooting or recording is allowed here!” repeated

do you know who I am? Don’t you dare to obstruct me from

Why do you

Sarah coldly replied.

you continue to hinder me, I’ll

top-secret. Any photography and videography are strictly prohibited,” insisted

is there to be secretive about? It’s just a tank after all. Why are you acting like no one has seen it