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

Warm yellow lights shone on the gleaming marble floor tiles at the sixth-floor supermarket exit.

Chen Lang pushed the fully loaded metal shopping cart forward with one hand, walking leisurely.

Shen Qingci lagged half a step behind him, her hat brim pulled low, her right hand gripping the paper bag containing her phone tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white.

"Brother Lang! Holy crap, he's a real bridge-jumping hero!"

Several college students who had just bought milk tea at the front of the passage had their eyes light up instantly and surrounded the area, holding up their phones.

Passersby who recognized Chen Lang quickly gathered around, and their exclamations and phone flashes instantly illuminated the area as if it were daytime.

"Brother Lang, let's take a picture together! You were so cool when you saved people!" A girl excitedly pushed forward, clutching a marker in her hand.

Chen Lang stopped in his tracks.

His 1.85-meter frame stepped back halfway, his broad shoulders precisely blocking the gap between the crowd and Shen Qingci.

He didn't turn around, but casually placed his left hand at his side, completely shielding Shen Qingci from his shadow.

"Take a photo, but don't push forward." Chen Lang took the marker and quickly signed his name, a signature roguish smile on his lips, but his eyes held a hint of warning.

"I have a strong sense of territory. Behind me, there's nothing but air and the people I protect. If anyone pushes into my way, my temper is even worse than when I jump off a bridge."

A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the crowd, who sensibly stepped back half a meter, but the cameras of their phones continued to flash wildly.

It was very noisy around, the sound almost lifting the supermarket ceiling off.

Normally, this noise would have been enough to trigger Shen Qingci's migraine, but at this moment it was completely blocked by the broad black workwear figure in front of her.

The flashes of light and blinding stares pounded on Chen Lang, making it impossible for him to breathe.

As Chen Lang smiled and dealt with the fifth fan, his hand paused slightly while signing the autograph.

The marker nib left a black dot on the paper.

Chen Lang glanced sideways at the escalator entrance on the east side of the connecting corridor.

Two burly men with buzz cuts and wearing tight black T-shirts walked against the flow of people, their muscles bulging out of their clothes, and they positioned themselves to block the fire lane on the east side.

As Chen Lang pressed down on the brim of his hat, his gaze swept over the west side again.

The four on the west side were even larger, and one of them had a huge metal skull ring on its ring finger.

The four directions—east, west, south, and north—were completely blocked off.

Chen Lang casually tossed the marker back to the fan, his nonchalant expression softening slightly.

He pulled his right hand out of his pocket, his fingers hanging loosely at his sides, and gently hooked them backward.

"Don't be afraid, hold on to me."

The voice was extremely low.

Shen Qingci looked up.

The muscles in the boy's back instantly tensed up in his field of vision.

Without asking any questions, her pale fingers reached out from her sleeve, avoiding the shopping cart, and directly gripped the back of Chen Lang's workwear jacket.

Not long after.

At the entrance of the escalator on the east side, four burly, bald men emerged, the blue centipede tattoo on the neck of the leader standing out conspicuously under the mall's white lights.

At the end of the west corridor, three burly men in black T-shirts blocked the passageway side by side.

The south-side freight elevator opened with a ding, and two more people stepped out.

Finally, at the top of the escalator directly in front of him, Zhao Daqiang, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips and his hands in his pockets, surveyed the atrium from his elevated position.

All escape routes were completely blocked by this group.

The moment Zhao Daqiang's gaze locked onto Chen Lang, he spat out the smoke in his mouth and strode over.

The leather shoes clicked on the marble floor with each step, followed closely by four burly men who spread out in a fan shape.

The remaining passersby sensed something was wrong and quickly moved to the sides, some even taking out their phones to secretly record.

Zhao Daqiang stopped five meters away from Chen Lang.

He looked Chen Lang up and down, his gaze finally settling on the excessively young face, before turning his head to look at the slender girl in the white dress behind Chen Lang.

"Niece Qingci," Zhao Daqiang said in a rough voice, "your uncle has come to take you home. Be a good girl and come with me. We'll pretend today's events never happened."

Shen Qingci did not move.

But her left hand, which was hanging by her side, silently rose and her fingertips pinched a corner of the fabric at the back of Chen Lang's shirt.

A very slight pulling force came from my lower back.

Chen Lang didn't turn around; instead, a smile appeared on his lips.

"Yo."

Chen Lang raised his eyelids, his eyes, hidden beneath his tousled hair, looking at Zhao Daqiang with a broad smile.

"What's with this setup? Are they filming a movie?"

Zhao Daqiang grinned, revealing his teeth stained yellow from smoking, and took a step forward.

"I thought you were some kind of deity, but you're just a little brat who hasn't even grown his first beard yet. So you're the one who kidnapped my niece?"

"Kid, hand over the person, then turn around and leave. I'll pretend I never saw you tonight."

Zhao Daqiang raised his right hand and snapped his fingers in mid-air.

The thugs around them simultaneously moved inward, instantly compressing the encirclement to three meters.

"What if I don't pay?" Chen Lang chuckled.

"Then I'll teach you some manners on behalf of your parents!" Zhao Daqiang said with a fierce look.

Someone in the crowd recognized Zhao Daqiang and exclaimed in a low voice that he was the local bully of the Chengdong Market. Some people had already started calling the police.

Surrounded by a dozen or so unemployed people, Chen Lang didn't look at Zhao Daqiang, but instead looked down at Shen Qingci, who was hiding behind him.

The girl was not trembling.

She tilted her head back, her gaze piercing through the shadow of her hat brim and fixed directly into Chen Lang's eyes.

Those usually calm eyes now held an extreme excitement; she was even waiting for him to make his move.

The smile on Chen Lang's face widened, and the arrogance that had been suppressed in his bones was completely released.

He stretched out his left hand and gently rubbed Shen Qingci's head twice with his large palm.

"Step back, be good, don't get splattered with blood." Chen Lang's voice was very soft.

The moment he withdrew his hand, he suddenly turned around.

He put his hands in his overalls pockets, tilted his neck slightly, and glanced at Zhao Daqiang and the others.

"Zhao Daqiang, the big boss of the secondhand market in the east of the city, right?" Chen Lang sneered.

"Bringing more than ten dogs and blocking the way of an eighteen-year-old girl, what's wrong? Can't find scrap metal at the flea market, so you've switched to killing people?"

Zhao Daqiang's cheek muscles twitched violently.

In Jiangcheng, a small town, no high school student dares to point their finger at him and call his subordinates dogs.

"You little bastard, you're asking for it!"

Zhao Daqiang pulled out the baton from his waist and swung it around, the black metal rod pointing directly at Chen Lang's nose.

"I'm her uncle! Bringing her home is my right! Even if the police come today, it's still my family matter. Kneel down right now and hand her over, or I'll cripple your legs!"

"Household chores?" Chen Lang pondered these three words.

He suddenly took a big step forward, stepping directly into the baton's attack range, reducing the distance between them to less than half a meter.

The overwhelming sense of pressure hit him hard, and even the seasoned veteran Zhao Daqiang instinctively took a half-step back.

"What, scared?" Chen Lang looked down at him condescendingly.

"Damn it!"

Zhao Daqiang was completely enraged and swung his baton, smashing it hard against Chen Lang's head.

The black metal rod, accompanied by a whistling sound, slashed down from above at an angle, pressing down on his entire body's strength.

"Bang!"

A dull thud that made your teeth ache echoed throughout the entire floor.

The gasps of surprise from the onlookers were all stuck in their throats.

Chen Lang raised his left hand, spread his fingers, and firmly grasped the baton that was being swung down with all its might.

Not moving.

He casually grabbed it, and the black metal rod was firmly embedded in his palm, as if he had smashed it into a welded steel plate.

Chen Lang's foot didn't move an inch, and there wasn't even a scratch on the floor tiles.

Zhao Daqiang gripped the other end of the baton tightly, his arm still in the downward swinging position, the recoil from which made his entire right arm go numb.

He instinctively tried to pull the stick back, but found that he couldn't budge it at all.

Zhao Daqiang exerted more force, gripping the end of the stick with both hands and pushing off the ground with all his might.

It remained completely still.

The baton was gripped by Chen Lang's five fingers, as if it were welded to the ground.

An 18-year-old boy's single-handed grip strength completely overwhelmed the full-force pull of a strong adult man.

Zhao Daqiang's face was flushed. He had seen veterans who practiced combat sports, but he had never seen anyone catch a full-force blow with one hand without even flinching.

Chen Lang looked at Zhao Daqiang's flushed face and uttered two words lightly.

"this……"

Zhao Daqiang's Adam's apple bobbed. He instinctively tried to pull the stick back.

It can't be pulled.

He increased his strength, gripped the end of the stick with both hands, pushed off the ground with his feet, and used his waist and hips to generate power—

It remained completely still.

The baton was gripped by Chen Lang's five fingers, as if it were welded to the ground.

An 18-year-old boy's single-handed grip strength suppressed the full-force pull of a 180-pound adult man.

Zhao Daqiang's face was flushed.

He has been involved in this business for twenty years, and has seen veterans who practice combat sports and underground boxers who can smash bricks with a single punch.

But no one could catch a full-force attack with one hand like this young man, without even flinching.

Chen Lang lowered his head and looked at Zhao Daqiang's distorted face.

The corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

"this one?"

"Buzz—"

My phone vibrated suddenly in my pocket.

Chen Lang maintained the position of holding the pincers in one hand, while calmly taking out his phone with the other hand and glancing at the lock screen notifications.

[System notification: The heavy-duty armored vehicle is fully loaded and ready for deployment.]

The smile on Chen Lang's lips deepened.

He casually swiped his thumb across the screen and typed a line of instructions with one hand.

[Target location: Main entrance of Lida Plaza; await further instructions upon arrival.]