Trading system, I exchanged vegetables for golden pills.

Holy crap, this is intense!

[What kind of live stream is this? How did I get in?]

[Holy crap, where am I? Am I abroad?]

Look, look! Those over there are some of our compatriots!

[Those men in black look familiar... Damn, aren't they ninjas?]

[Don't you guys check the location? The live stream is from the Southern Frontier!]

What happened? Why is the fight so intense?

I don't know, it seems like it was about fighting the Japanese!

Is this a script? Or are they filming a movie?

[What kind of film is this? Didn't you see it was bursting? Who films movies like this?]

How dare those Japanese devils be so arrogant on our land! Let's beat them up!

[Hurry up, you damned devil!]

[Damn it, old man! Pounce on this kid!]

[Damn, watching this makes me want to go up and shoot them!]

......

After seeing clearly who was fighting whom, the viewers in the live stream were filled with righteous indignation.

Some people even forwarded the live stream to official media outlets.

The platform staff were stumped at this point. Holy crap, is this even content that can be streamed live?

"Boss, what... what should we do? Should we just ban him?"

"Yes, manager, the number of online users has surpassed 50. I hope nothing goes wrong; I'm starting to panic!"

"To see this show so close to Chinese New Year is really pushing us to our limits!"

A middle-aged man with a square face glared at the group: "What are you talking about blocking? This is live footage from a war correspondent. Why should we block it? If we do, we'll be drowned in a sea of ​​online criticism!"

"But, but what if...?"

"Damn, what's the panic? Am I the manager or are you? Don't worry, I'll take care of it if anything goes wrong. I'll give you a hand and get it trending first, everything else is secondary!"

The middle-aged man with a square face watched the live stream backstage, his attitude resolute and decisive.

The staff members looked at each other, but since their leader had said so, they had no choice but to do as he said.

If someone else is covering for them, then it's none of their business.

Actually, they were also very excited watching it, and naturally they didn't want to ban it if they could avoid it.

Let's keep broadcasting and wait for instructions!

In Longjin Residential Area, at villa number 1301, Mr. Ye, who had worked hard all day cleaning the villa, simply sprawled on the sofa and started watching short videos.

"The countryside is so much better; you can't even tell it's dirty there. Cleaning up here is such a hassle!"

Ye's mother glared at him: "It's not like I'm asking you to sweep every day!"

"Huh, what's this?"

Mr. Ye suddenly sat up after seeing a live stream.

"Holy crap, come here and take a look. Isn't this Ah Long, the little brother who's always with Xiao Chen?"

"Where is it? Let me see!" Ye's mother leaned forward, and the two of them stared at the screen.

"Hiss—, it does look quite similar. Look, isn't that Dongzi from next door?!"

"It really is the two of them! Why are they filming a movie?" Ye's mother asked, puzzled.

They were clearly practicing Tai Chi together this morning, so how come they're filming tonight?

"Open your eyes and look carefully! This isn't a movie shoot! Look at these comments!" Mr. Ye's eyes searched the screen.

"Oh, it really is! Wow, the arm's practically flying up, it definitely doesn't look fake!"

"Wait a minute, didn't Xiao Chen say he was going on a mission? Since A Long and Dong Zi are there, could Xiao Chen be there too?"

Suddenly, Ye's mother became anxious, as if she had just thought of something.

"Where's Xiao Chen? Ah, sir, where's Xiao Chen? He, he..."

Mr. Ye was also breathing heavily, and for a moment he became restless, feeling inexplicably irritable, and his hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

However, he still tried to comfort Ye's mother, saying, "Don't worry, Xiao Chen hasn't appeared yet. It's alright, it's alright, may our ancestors protect us!"

As he spoke, Father Ye hurriedly stood up, his lighter trembling as he finally lit three incense sticks: "Ancestors Ye, the only son of the Ye family cannot be harmed! Protect us, protect us!"

"But they've fought like that, and Xiao Chen still hasn't shown up!"

"It's alright, it's alright, don't overthink it, everything will be alright!" Father Ye repeated, clasping his hands together.

This kid said he was going on a mission, but it turned out to be such a dangerous one. As parents, it's impossible not to worry.

But they were powerless to do anything and could only silently pray for their son.

Before they saw Ye Chen, they were definitely worried.

Tonight is destined to be sleepless.

At the Xuanzhen Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic, Zhang Qian was scrolling through her phone during her free time.

Suddenly, she stared wide-eyed at her phone screen in disbelief.

"Ah Long, it's Ah Long!"

Li Wenlong, standing to the side, asked with some confusion, "What are you looking at? What's this 'Ah Long'?"

"Master, look, look at this, isn't this Brother Dong and Ah Long?" Zhang Qian hurriedly held her phone up to Li Wenlong.

Li Wenlong frowned and stared for a long time: "Holy crap, it really is them! What are they doing? Are they on a mission?! Seriously, they're even livestreaming this?!"

"Master, that's not the point! The point is that Ah Long and the others are in danger!" Zhang Qian stamped her foot anxiously.

Li Wenlong frowned as he watched the live stream without speaking. After a long while, he slowly said, "It's quite dangerous. These Japanese soldiers look like there are a dozen or twenty of them, and they even have heavy weapons!"

"What should we do, Master? Will they be alright? Should we call the police?"

Li Wenlong glanced at her sideways: "This looks like a mountain. Are you going to fly over there? Dongzi and Along are there, which means your grandmaster is there too, so everything should be fine!"

"Master, even if Grandmaster is here, that's heavy firepower. Aren't you worried at all?" Zhang Qian paced back and forth anxiously.

Li Wenlong shook his head: "You're just worried too much. Don't worry, there are some things you don't understand now, but you'll understand later!"

"Look, those falling now are all Japanese soldiers. Obviously, Dongzi and Along were prepared. It's alright! And most importantly, your grandmaster hasn't even made a move yet. Everything is under control!"

Li Wenlong's words revealed a blind confidence in Ye Chen.

Zhang Qian didn't know why her master was so confident in telling her not to worry. How could he not worry?

"Come on, sit down and catch your breath. Your face looks almost purple!" Li Wenlong pulled Zhang Qian to sit down.

"What are you worried about? Why are you worried? Do you like Ah Long?" Li Wenlong suddenly asked.

Zhang Qian was momentarily stunned by the question. Right, what was she worried about? Why was she so worried?

I'm so worried I can hardly breathe.

It's unlikely that friends would worry about each other like this.

"Master, what nonsense are you talking about? I, I, of course I'd worry if my friend was in danger!" Zhang Qian said, her face flushed.

Li Wenlong shook his head with a smile: "You can fool others, but you can't fool me. Tell me, what's so great about Ah Long? He's just a poor kid, no house, no car. What do you like about him?!"

Zhang Qian hurriedly protested, "No, Master, I... I don't need a house or a car... Oh dear..."

Li Wenlong smiled but remained silent.

Although he changed the subject to distract Zhang Qian, his gaze remained fixed on the live stream screen.

Although he had great confidence in his master, as Zhang Qian said, the opponent had heavy firepower, so how could he not be worried?

However, as people reach middle age, they learn to hide their emotions and process them on their own.