Chapter 173: Neither Side Played Fewer Tricks Than the Other
"Mr. Gibson, don't you think it's a bit much to portray William Wallace—a universally acknowledged traitor to Britain—as a hero?" The moment Mel Gibson stepped out of the premiere theater, dozens of reporters surrounded him. They seemed to have been waiting specifically for him, armed with carefully prepared questions.
"Are you just naturally drawn to traitors and informants?"
"Mr. Director, shouldn't you check your historical sources before making a movie? Shouldn't it align with at least basic historical records?"
Naturally rebellious, Mel Gibson glared at the reporter who asked the question and answered coldly, "History is written by the victors..."
Before he could finish, his publicist gave him a sharp tug. Those were not words meant for a public setting.
The surrounding reporters grew even more excited. One wearing a press badge for The Sun shouted, "Mel, are you saying that all recorded British history is fake? Do you think Scotland should be independent? Don't you think this blatant interference in British internal affairs is going too far?"
"If history is written by the victors, as you say, does that mean the recorded histories of America and Britain don't exist? Does World War II not exist either?"
The reporters seized the opportunity to relentlessly hound him, desperately hurling all sorts of baseless accusations at Mel Gibson. They stopped just short of calling him a traitor and an informant himself.
Mel Gibson snapped his mouth shut, refusing to respond to any more of these sensitive questions. He didn't let out a sigh of relief until his car pulled up and he slipped inside.