A live stream that dramatically transformed a depressed schoolgirl shocked netizens across the count

The yellow light on the trailer's roof first passed the archway, then swept around the bluestone road.

Ten supercars were still blocking the fire lane entrance, and the drivers who had been revving their engines at the camera were now completely silent.

The traffic police officer leading the team walked through the crowd, the red dot on his body camera flashing continuously.

When the reporter tried to push forward, he raised his hand to signal everyone to step back and walked straight to the Lamborghini at the front.

"Driver's license, vehicle registration certificate."

Xiao Yunlong took off his sunglasses, bent down and opened the center console, taking out a box of He Tianxia (a brand of instant noodles).

He tapped out a stick and handed it over.

"Comrade, it's a holiday today, so there are a lot of people and the cars were parked a bit hastily."

"Give them a break, and I'll have them move it right now."

The traffic police officer's gaze passed over the cigarette and landed on the driver's seat.

"Put it away and show your identification."

Xiao Yunlong's hand, which was offering a cigarette, hung in mid-air.

Several furry microphone poles around him pressed down, and the camera lenses all turned around, pointing the red light at his face.

He stuffed the cigarette back into the pack and slammed the two documents heavily onto the center console.

"The car is expensive, so be careful when you inspect it and don't scratch the paint."

The traffic police officer took the vehicle registration certificate, first checked the vehicle frame information, and then glanced at the row of vehicles blocking the exit.

"Car prices have nothing to do with law enforcement."

The police officer next to him raised his camera and took pictures from the fire lane sign all the way to the rear of the Lamborghini, thus completely capturing the location of the scene.

"There's a festival going on here, and there are elderly people and children around. There are also stalls with open flames along the roadside."

He pointed to the still-vibrating exhaust pipe.

"You're blocking the exit with your cars and repeatedly revving your engines in the crowd. Who are you trying to make hear you?"

Xiao Yunlong didn't reply, his gaze passing over the traffic police and fixed on Chen Lang in the distance.

The traffic police officer leading the team closed his identification document.

"We'll move the cars that need to be moved, and we'll also check the items that need to be checked."

"License plate installation, vehicle modification, on-site noise pollution, and obstruction of traffic—address them one by one."

Firefighters were already pulling up the measuring tape nearby.

The measuring tape extended from under the red sign with white lettering that read "Fire Lane, No Parking" all the way to the rear of the Lamborghini.

The remaining width is less than two meters.

The flower stand, the drum team, and dozens of villagers were all blocked inside the square, while several stalls selling milk fan and roasted rice cakes still had charcoal fires burning.

The child, who had been frightened by the engine noise, hid behind an adult's legs, still tightly covering his ears with his hands.

Under the eaves, an old man leaned on a wooden cane, frowning as he looked at the convoy of cars blocking the intersection.

Firefighters put away the measuring tape and recorded the data in the on-site inspection form.

"The passageway is not wide enough, the exit is completely blocked, and there is an open flame nearby."

"Clear the obstructions first and restore traffic flow."

"The scene has been documented, and the matter will be handled in accordance with the law."

The comments in the live stream scrolled wildly, instantly covering half of the screen.

[Surrounded by elderly people and children, and with stalls using open flames, who are they revving the engine for?]

This isn't just a case of showing off backfired; it's a clear violation of the law.

[Offering cigarettes failed; the vice president status (with a 600,000 yuan recharge) did not load.]

You can buy a club title, but you can't buy a fire escape.

[Ten supercars were presented with a challenge in person, and the process was changed to a group queuing up for inspection.]

[The more arrogant they were when they entered, the more obedient they are now as they hand over their documents.]

A driver in the back seat reached into his pocket and turned to pull the car door open.

"Don't move."

The police officer crouching at the back of the car looked up and stopped him.

The white light of the flashlight shone into the license plate holder's rotating shaft, revealing the small motor and wiring inside.

The police officer pointed the spotlight of his flashlight at the line.

"A remote-controlled card flipper?"

The driver's shoes made a rustling sound as they repeatedly rubbed against the bluestone slab.

"It came with the purchase, but I haven't used it before, so I don't know the specifics."

The police officer stood up, his body camera pointed directly at him.

"The car is registered in your name. If you can't explain it clearly, then go back and cooperate with the investigation."

"Don't touch it now, and don't disassemble it."

The car owner withdrew his hand from the car door into his pocket.

The inspection proceeded from the first vehicle onwards.

Someone shoved the remote control into the gap between the leather seats.

"What are you holding in your hand?"

The police officer next to him took a step closer.

The man pulled his hand away, and the remote control could only be tossed onto the carbon fiber roof of the car.

"It's the exhaust valve, used to adjust the sound normally."

"Don't do anything yet, just leave it."

The enforcement camera beeped, capturing the remote control, the vehicle, and the license plate frame all at once.

The further the investigation goes, the more projects are exposed.

It features widened wheel arches, a rear wing, modified suspension, a variable exhaust, and three sets of flip-up license plate brackets with motors.

Three supercars that arrived overnight from other provinces had front bumpers, rear wings, and wheels that did not match the photos on their vehicle registration certificates.

Two other vehicles had their original exhausts removed, and the welded areas on the undercarriage still had a metallic sheen.

One of the drivers wanted to prove that his exhaust wasn't overly modified, so he reached out and pressed the start button.

As soon as the engine roared, the plastic tarpaulin on the stall shook violently.

The child closest to the vehicle shrank back in fright, and the old woman selling roasted rice cakes quickly protected the charcoal stove, afraid that the child would knock over the shelf.

The police officer pointed into the car.

"Turn off the engine!"

The driver quickly pressed the start button to cut off the power.

The police officer crouched down and looked under the car; there was an exhaust controller with a remote control circuit hanging underneath.

He stood up and looked at the car owner.

"Is this exhaust system registered?"

The car owner hesitated for a moment.

"Probably not."

"Then don't touch the power source again."

"The vehicle is suspected of being illegally modified, and the video, surveillance, and sound level recordings of the loud noise at the scene will be preserved."

"The car needs to be sent for inspection, and you yourself need to cooperate with the follow-up procedures."

Chen Lang leaned against the stone steps, his hands in the pockets of his black hard-shell windbreaker.

The wind lifted the cover of the differential fragment, revealing the pure black titanium steel earring in the left ear.

He glanced at the comment section projected onto the floating sphere and spoke casually.

"The law doesn't ask how much your exhaust pipe cost; it only cares whether it frightened children or blocked emergency access."

"Spending millions on a car is your prerogative."

"Driving a car worth millions to block the road and harass the elderly, that's not freedom."

He gestured with his chin toward the tow truck at the intersection.

"That's called delivering performance quotas to traffic police officers at their doorstep."

Su Niannian stood in front of Ye Xingyu, holding a spatula, and sneered.

"All ten exhaust pipes were wailing at the same time. I thought all the pressure cookers in someone's house had exploded."

She lifted her foot, intending to walk forward.

Bai Weiwei grabbed her arm and pressed the shovel, which was itching to be used, back down.

"Don't go and cause trouble."

"The body cameras are all on; they can't escape."

The trailer outside the archway slowly backed into the square, its yellow roof light pressing against the bluestone slabs as it circled around.

The winch cable dragged across the stone slabs, scraping with a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

When Ah Biao saw the staff walking towards the McLaren, he suddenly rushed in front of the car and blocked their way.

"Wait, this car can't be towed!"

"We can restore it to factory condition on the spot! And the car is borrowed; we even have a brand photoshoot today!"

After checking the information on the temporary seizure receipt, the police officer looked up.

"Get out of the way."

"On-site dismantling cannot prove that a vehicle is compliant, nor can it replace the inspection process."

"Whoever is the registered vehicle owner, should bring the necessary documents to the designated location for processing."

Ah Biao stubbornly refused to move.

"Do you know how much it costs to film this car for a day?"

The police officer tapped the body camera on his chest.

"You can express your opinions in full, but you cannot obstruct law enforcement."

Ah Biao's face turned pale, and he was eventually pulled away by others.

The winch slowly tightened.

Workers placed protective plates under the front wheels, and the low-slung McLaren was slowly pulled onto a flatbed trailer.

As the front wheels rolled over the ramp, they picked up a few dried flower petals that had been crushed during the entry.

As the car passed by Xiao Yunlong, the registered owner finally lost his temper.

"Young Master Long, didn't you say everything was arranged here?"

Xiao Yunlong turned his head to the side, his tone chilling.

"Shut up."

The car owner was already holding back his anger, and this tone completely ignited his rage.

"Why should I shut up?"

"You called the car! Your people also ordered the flip-up license plate holder to be installed, saying they'd hide the plate to keep the footage clean when filming!"

"Now that the car has been impounded, who's responsible?"

A commotion broke out among the reporters, and several cameras were pushed in at the same time.

The police officer next to him turned around.

Say that again.

"Who gave you permission to install and use the card-flipping device?"

The car owner glanced at Ah Biao, then turned to look at the McLaren being strapped onto the trailer.

He pointed directly at A Biao.

"he."

"He was the one who contacted the modification shop, and all the chat logs are on my phone."

Ah Biao suddenly turned around.

"Stop biting people here!"

The car owner took out his phone and opened the WeChat chat page.

"See for yourself whether it's true or not!"

"You gave me the address, you contacted the store, you even taught me when to press the remote control to flip the cards!"

The sound of camera shutters clicking all around instantly became a torrential downpour.

Xiao Yunlong stood by the car door, the temples of his sunglasses bent and deformed under the pressure of his palm.

Another car owner walked over, clutching the processing notice.

"My brand just sent a message to suspend all subsequent exposure."

You must give me an explanation for what happened today.

He pointed ahead to the group of cameras with flashing red lights.

"It was your people who asked you to rev the engine just now, saying they wanted to make the live stream more engaging."

"It's all over the internet now, who should be held responsible for the brand's claim?"

Xiao Yunlong's tone was ruthless.

"I'll cover all the costs: fines, towing, and inspections."

The car owner didn't respond.

"Get the car out first, then we'll talk."

The second supercar was secured to a tow truck, followed by the third.

The remaining car owners became completely obedient; no one dared to touch the exhaust valves or open the car doors to retrieve anything.

After receiving the order to move the cars, several cars that were confirmed to be ready to leave started their engines one by one.

The traffic police stood at the intersection and made hand gestures.

"Drive away at low speed, don't rev the engine."

"There are elderly people and children ahead, please be careful and give way."

The drivers pressed their right feet firmly against the brakes, moving slowly at idle speed, afraid that the tachometer would jump even one notch.

Several supercars almost brushed past the parade without a sound, their initial imposing presence, which seemed capable of shaking the very foundations of the parade, completely vanished.

Ten supercars blocked the fire lane to deliver the declaration of war.

As a result, all ten driver's licenses were submitted in turn.

Villagers gathered by the roadside, taking photos with their phones. The live stream's comment section was flooded with messages displaying license plates, names, home addresses, and associated companies.

Several influential accounts even started taking screenshots and calling for people to surround and confront the car owner's family on their social media platforms.

As Chen Lang watched the increasingly extreme comments on the screen, he raised his hand and pressed on the floating ball in front of him.

"Administrator, clear personal information."

"Punishment is punishment, but don't touch the family members, and don't find out their addresses."

"Information unrelated to the company and ordinary employees is completely blocked, and accounts that lead the doxxing are banned immediately."

Privacy protection mode is now enabled.

[Addresses, family information, and irrelevant content have been removed from display.]

Accounts that violated regulations by inciting cyberbullying have been banned or suspended.

The screen was instantly cleaned up by the system, the barrage of private screenshots paused for a second, and then exploded across the screen at an even more terrifying speed.

[Holy crap, Lang Ge! They're practically shoving you in the face, and you're still shielding them from online bullying?]

Shouldn't we be digging up their ancestors for eighteen generations and hanging them on the city wall right now?