Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

It's 1 a.m. in Taiwan.

Zhang Hao lay paralyzed on a private hospital bed in Taiwan, his chest wrapped in bandages, and every slight breath brought excruciating pain.

There was a laptop on the bedside table, its screen still lit.

He just registered a new account and uploaded the edited video to a Taiwanese video website.

The video title was deliberately written in a highly provocative manner.

[Mainland farmers publicly assault popular celebrities; 20 million fans demand justice!]

With a quick refresh of the page, the video's views exceeded 10,000 in just a few minutes.

The comments section was filled with Taiwanese netizens defending him, all expressing their support.

"That's outrageous! Just because he has some connections, he can beat people up?"

"I feel so sorry for Hao-ge, he's suffering this injustice for no reason!"

"Support the artists' rights; they must get an explanation!"

Seeing these comments supporting him, Zhang Hao couldn't help but smirk.

With that movement, the injury in his chest instantly flared up, causing him to gasp in pain.

But this physical pain was nothing compared to the hatred in his heart.

He was originally a popular celebrity with 20 million fans, and was set to join the cast of a big-budget period drama as the second male lead next month, with a bright future ahead of him.

He can easily win over a large number of female fans with just a few sweet words.

With just a few hints, these female fans are willing to give everything for him.

But now, it's all ruined.

The production team terminated the contract directly, the agency quickly issued a dismissal statement, the Weibo super topic was permanently banned, and the fan club was completely disbanded.

All of this is thanks to Chen Mo!

But he still remembers the producer's words of advice in the car.

"That woman surnamed Ye has incredibly powerful connections in mainland China. Everyone, keep this matter to yourselves, accept your fate obediently, and no one is allowed to mention it again or cause any trouble!"

The other two popular young male celebrities who were with them were so scared that they didn't dare to breathe and obediently admitted defeat.

But Zhang Hao was extremely dissatisfied!

He was kicked and injured for no reason, so why should he swallow his anger and accept his bad luck?

He couldn't make it in mainland China, but he still had Taiwan.

His family and the agency he works with are there; he can always start over!

So he didn't go to the hospital with everyone for treatment. He endured the excruciating pain and flew back to Taiwan immediately.

Before leaving, he specifically asked another person for the video of the incident.

He was convinced that no matter how powerful the mainland was, it could not reach Taiwan!

Once public opinion is fully stirred up and the entire internet condemns Chen Mo, he can not only clear his name but also use the hype to become popular again and return to the public eye.

The thought of Chen Mo being condemned by countless netizens and ruined his reputation brought a sinister glint to Zhang Hao's eyes, and a sickly smile curled at the corners of his mouth once again.

But at that moment, the screen suddenly changed.

He refreshed the page again, and the video just disappeared into thin air, with a message popping up saying "This video does not exist".

He persisted, refreshing the page several times, but the result was exactly the same.

Immediately afterwards, the account was disconnected.

Upon logging in again, a cold, impersonal system message pops up.

Account permanently banned!

"Hold!"

Enraged, Zhang Hao grabbed the mouse and slammed it hard onto the bedside table.

The violent movement instantly aggravated his chest injury, and excruciating pain swept through his entire body, causing him to convulse and his hospital gown to be soaked with cold sweat.

Before he could catch his breath, the door to the ward was gently pushed open.

A doctor wearing a medical mask and with a shaved head walked in.

He was wearing a standard white coat and holding a medical tray with several syringes neatly arranged on it.

The doctor was a bit stocky, and his mask covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of bright, smiling eyes and a bald head.

Zhang Hao was stunned; he had never seen such a bald doctor before.

"Who are you? Are you new here?"

"Yes, I was just transferred here today for a job rotation."

The doctor's voice came through the mask, sounding muffled.

He gently placed the tray on the bedside table, fiddled with several syringes with his fingers, picked out an exceptionally long and thick syringe, and flicked the needle lightly under the light.

"Come here and I'll give you the injection."

Zhang Hao stared at the large syringe, which was more than twice as thick as a regular anesthetic needle.

"What kind of needle is this?"

"We're going to perform surgery on you soon, it will be a little painful, so we'll give you some anesthesia first."

Zhang Hao panicked instantly.

"What surgery? I don't need surgery!"

No, you need to.

"No, no, no, I don't need it. You must have the wrong person."

The bald doctor pulled a photograph out of his white coat pocket.

He glanced down at the photo, then looked up to compare it with Zhang Hao's, confirming it twice.

The photo shows Zhang Hao in one of his most popular official stills from a drama, a young man in a white shirt with a sunny smile, which is also his social media profile picture that he still uses today.

"That's right, Mr. Zhang Hao, a superstar with 20 million fans."

The doctor turned the photo over and spoke calmly.

"Look, isn't this you?"

Zhang Hao's mind went blank for a moment, and his blood almost froze.

Was it that man's revenge? Or his fans?

"Who...who are you?! You're my fan?"

Zhang Hao's voice trembled.

The bald doctor bent down to draw up the medicine, his movements unhurried and deliberate.

"Fans? I guess so."

"I received your order on the dark web, $500 per time. I thought you were just an ordinary person, but I didn't expect you to be a big star."

He looked up at Zhang Hao, whose face was deathly pale, with an almost perverted gaze.

"You're even fairer and prettier in person than on camera. I like your style the most."

As soon as he finished speaking, alarm bells went off all over Zhang Hao's body. He suddenly threw off the covers and tried to get out of bed and run away, despite the pain.

The bald doctor reached out a hand and pressed him back onto the bed.

Zhang Hao opened his mouth to call for help, but another large hand immediately covered it.

"Be good, stop fooling around."

A warm breath brushed against Zhang Hao's ear, and her voice was gentle.

"Let me get a shot."

The cold sensation pierced his arm, and in just two seconds, he lost all his strength.

He tried to scream for help, but only a mosquito-like sound could be squeezed out of his throat.

The doctor slowly released his hand and removed the mask from his face.

He had a round, chubby face, wore black-rimmed glasses, and had a shiny bald head.

He stared intently at Zhang Hao, looking him up and down, and licked his lips.

"My name is Brother Jie, and I'm your ultimate fan."

As he spoke, he pulled out another thick syringe.

Zhang Hao stared wide-eyed at the syringe, making weak whimpering sounds.

Brother Jie flipped him over, pulled down his pants, and excitedly patted his butt.

"Who told you to offend someone you shouldn't have?"

Without saying a word, Brother Jie plunged a syringe into Zhang Hao's buttocks!

Zhang Hao could feel the needle piercing his skin and entering his blood vessels, and he could feel the swelling and pain when the medicine was injected, but he didn't even have the strength to struggle.

He wanted to resist, to call for help, to run away, but his body was no longer his own.

She could only stare wide-eyed at the wall beside her, tears streaming down her face and wetting her pillow.

P.S.: Luckily I cleared out my positions, otherwise I would have continued to lose money. Waiting for the Double Color Ball lottery draw tonight.