My capital is quite large.

Death threat!

Faced with this sudden threat and intimidation, most people would probably be so frightened that they wouldn't even be able to hold their phones steady.

But who is host Cui?!

What flows through his veins is the unyielding pride and stubbornness of a scholar!

Back then, in order to investigate genetically modified foods, he dared to cross the Pacific Ocean alone with a camera to confront multinational giants.

When his depression was at its worst, he wasn't even afraid of death, so how could he possibly be scared off by a few shady rats?!

"disappear?!"

The host, who had been looking tired, suddenly had his passion ignited!

He stood in the middle of the bustling market, slammed the scallions he was holding to the ground, completely ignoring the astonished looks from the surrounding vendors and elderly shoppers, and hysterically roared into his phone:

"I'm right here in Yanjing! Right here at the entrance of the vegetable market on the East Third Ring Road!!"

"You think you're so great?! You think you can make me disappear?!"

"If you've got the guts, come over here right now!!"

"I'm right here waiting for you! Come on! Kill me!! If you don't dare come, you're a son of a bitch!!"

*Smack!*

After roaring out his last words, Host Cui, trembling with anger, hung up the phone.

The neighbors around him were so frightened by his outburst that they backed away. Many recognized him and began to point and whisper among themselves.

but!

The moment when the rage subsided slightly in the cold wind.

Host Cui realized the problem!

wrong!

He himself is not afraid of death; he has long since lived enough.

but……

His wife! His daughter!!

Those heartless capitalists and parasites in the entertainment industry are capable of doing all sorts of inhumane and despicable things after their source of income is cut off!

A sense of fear suddenly surged up my spine.

Forgetting to pick up the scallions and tomatoes on the ground, Host Cui pushed through the crowd and rushed to the roadside in a panic, hailing a taxi.

"Master! Hurry! Xuanwu Gate! Please open it as fast as you can!!"

……

Fifteen minutes later.

The taxi screeched to a halt in front of an old residential area near Xuanwumen.

Without even taking any change, Cui threw down a hundred-yuan bill and scrambled into the apartment building.

He rushed up to the fourth floor in one breath, but the moment he stood in front of his own security door, the scene before him made this tough man's blood almost run cold!

I could see the gaps in his security door, the steps...

There were over a dozen threatening letters, all without postmarks, crammed inside!

Not only that!

Around the keyhole of the security door, someone sprayed several large characters in red paint: "May you be childless and have no descendants!"

"Beasts... these lawless beasts!!"

Host Cui was so angry that his eyes were about to burst and his whole body was trembling like a leaf.

As he shakily unlocked the door and confirmed that his wife, who was sleeping peacefully inside, was safe and sound, he shoved all the dozen or so threatening letters on the floor into his bag.

Without a second's hesitation, and without even bothering to comfort his frightened family, he turned and rushed downstairs to the local police station!

……

however.

Reality taught this once-famous CCTV anchor, full of righteous indignation, a lesson.

Inside the mediation room of the local police station.

Two young men in hats flipped through the dozen or so letters on the table, filled with curses like "skin and tendons torn out" and "may your whole family die," their expressions numb and businesslike.

After a half-hour-long interrogation, the man in the hat, who was in the lead, closed the folder.

"Teacher Cui, we understand how you feel."

"But we've already analyzed this matter internally."

"First of all, the letter did not contain any specific sender information, and the surveillance cameras in the surrounding building happened to have a circuit failure yesterday and were under repair, making it extremely difficult to obtain evidence."

Uncle Hat pushed his hat up and gave his final conclusion:

"Furthermore, given the high level of public opinion you have recently generated online, this letter is most likely the result of excessive online behavior by some extreme fans or minors."

"Under the current public security regulations, this case does not yet meet the criteria for criminal prosecution, provided that no substantial personal injury or property damage has occurred."

"We suggest that you pay more attention to home security, or... try to reduce unnecessary controversial remarks online, as harmony brings wealth."

The case will not be accepted!

"Refusing to file a case?!"

Host Cui suddenly stood up from his metal chair and pointed to the threatening letters on the table:

"Someone sprayed 'may you never have children' on my security door!!"

"This is called a civil dispute?! This doesn't meet the standards for filing a case?!"

"What are you all so afraid of?! Can't you see these letters, or can't you see the parasites standing behind them?!"

Faced with the host Cui's angry questioning, the two men in hats looked slightly grim, but remained seated and motionless, simply repeating the scripted lines:

"Please trust the Hat Agency. We will follow up on any leads we have according to the law. Please leave now."

……

At noon, the scorching sun is high.

A distraught host, Cui, walked out of the police station.

The scorching sun shone on him, but he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

This was the order he once trusted.

Faced with a reality riddled with holes by capital and money, he, an unarmed intellectual, appears so insignificant!

however.

As the saying goes, good fortune never comes in pairs, but misfortunes never come singly.

"Ding-dong."

A notification sound came from my phone in my pocket: a special email alert.

Host Cui numbly took out his phone and opened the anonymous email from across the ocean.

next second.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and a mournful cry, like that of a wounded wild beast, escaped his throat!

There was no text in that email.

Only six photos!

Those were his only daughter's every move on a university campus in North America!

The classroom number, the tree-lined path they often went to after class, the profile of her drinking coffee downstairs in the international student dormitory...

Even the apartment number his daughter had recently moved to overseas, as well as the lock code, were clearly marked in red on the last photo!

At the very bottom of the email, there was only one line of mocking text typed in English:

【Your daughter looks so innocent. It would be a tragedy if she had an accident in North America.】

Your daughter seems so innocent. It would be a real tragedy if something happened to her at Emilyka.

......

At this moment, this tough man who had maintained a strong presence in front of the camera for most of his life... broke down.

His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

The dozen or so threatening letters scattered from his arms onto the ground, rustling in the wind.

He held his head in his hands, letting tears of regret soak his clothes.

He could die, he could be hit by a car and die in the street for the sake of truth.

But... his daughter is only twenty years old!

Far across the ocean, all alone.

For those madmen lurking in the shadows, causing an "accident" to happen to a female international student in a foreign land is undoubtedly easier than crushing an ant!

"Don't touch my daughter..."

"Please... don't touch my daughter..."

Sitting on the curb, Old Cui stared at his phone screen in the sunlight, letting out a nearly desperate sob.