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

Chen Lang put his phone back in his pocket, raised his chin slightly, and looked at Zhao Daqiang.

"Zhao Daqiang".

His tone changed; it lost its initial nonchalance and became extremely cold.

"I caught that blow with one hand just now, to save you the last bit of dignity."

"Now, I'll give you three seconds. Take your bunch of shaggy dogs and get out of here."

"I'm in a hurry."

Zhao Daqiang gripped the baton tightly, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

But he's the living devil of the secondhand market in the east of the city.

With his twenty years of established standing in the underworld, plus the fact that his crazy older sister Zhao Yulan was sitting in the car outside, if he were to be intimidated by a high school student today, he would be wiped out of Jiangcheng tomorrow.

Fuck you, you're using the wrong force!

Zhao Daqiang cursed inwardly, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart.

"Good lad, you've got some strength."

Zhao Daqiang gritted his teeth and forced a ferocious smile.

"But are you out of your mind? You think this is a movie about Ip Man, where you can take on ten people at once? Stop standing there, you bastards! Cripple him!"

He suddenly took half a step back and waved his hand.

"Don't you fucking stand there! Cripple him for me—"

drop.

A sharp electronic buzzer interrupted Zhao Daqiang's roar.

A fist-sized silver metal ball slid out from inside Chen Lang's work jacket.

The metal ball did not land; it hovered half a meter above the ground, with several cracks appearing on its surface, emitting an icy blue light.

It left a trail of afterimages, passed over Chen Lang's shoulder, circled halfway around Zhao Daqiang's head, and finally stopped steadily less than a meter from his face.

Automatically locks onto overhead shooting position.

On Chen Lang's retina, deep blue data began to flood the screen.

[The floating live streaming ball is now activated, supporting 8K ultra-high-definition with no blind spots, and is being streamed using platform big data.]

[Current number of online users: 5000, 17000, 34000...]

The moment the live stream started, the phones of more than 70,000 fans who followed Chen Lang vibrated simultaneously.

A bold notification popped up on everyone's lock screen.

[The pure love warrior/bridge-jumping hero you follow, "Chen Langlang, is he wild or not?", has started an emergency live stream!]

It was the middle of the night, when netizens were at their most free. The first batch of die-hard fans who clicked in thought they would see Chen Lang lying in the hospital, but when the screen lit up, the barrage of comments exploded.

【Holy crap! Am I seeing things? Is this the set of some gangster blockbuster?】

[Wasn't it supposed to air tomorrow? Is Lang Ge surrounded?!]

[The image quality is amazing! I can even see the mole on that bald guy's face clearly!]

[Wait! Are those batons on the ground?! Twelve burly men surrounding Brother Lang and the school beauty?!]

[Brothers, wake up! A major murder has occurred! Go get help!!!]

The number of online users began to skyrocket, with live stream links being sent to various group chats and social media platforms every second.

In reality, Zhao Daqiang's hand, which was holding the baton, froze completely in mid-air.

He stared intently at the floating, glowing iron ball in front of him, his eyes bulging outwards.

"What...what kind of bomb is this?!"

The dozen or so thugs who were about to pounce on it were so frightened that they retreated one after another. Two of them even squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, afraid that the thing would explode on the spot.

Chen Lang ignored them.

He slowly patted the corner of his clothes, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.

The beam of light from the metal sphere in mid-air was slightly adjusted, and a spotlight-like beam of light precisely struck Zhao Daqiang's trembling, fleshy face.

The blue tattoo on his neck, the bulging veins, and the sweat on his forehead are all clearly visible under the 8K ultra-high-definition lens.

The live stream chat was going crazy with comments.

[Holy crap! That tattoo! Isn't that Zhao Daqiang from the secondhand market in the east of the city?!]

[Verified by a local resident! This guy is a complete thug, he's been to the police station before!]

[Damn it, is this old Deng and his gang bullying the hero who jumped off the bridge to save people? Brothers, type "Investigate thoroughly" in the chat!]

[I've already recorded the screen and synced it to Jiangcheng Guoan's official Weibo account! Old Deng, you'd better be prepared for this huge jail sentence!]

The number of online users has exceeded 100,000 and is still growing rapidly at a rate of thousands per second.

Chen Lang looked at Zhao Daqiang, whose face was ashen, and smiled casually.

"Don't be nervous, Boss Zhao. This thing isn't a bomb, nor is it a recording. It's a live stream across the entire internet."

He glanced at the data on his retina, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"Right now, a full 105,000 people are watching how you and the pack of dogs you brought are using iron bars to surround an unarmed 18-year-old girl in the mall."

Zhao Daqiang's pupils suddenly contracted.

He, a man navigating the underworld, knew all too well what online exposure meant.

The comments section had completely gone berserk at this point:

[Brother Lang's attack was a game-changer! Magic defeated black magic!]

[With a hundred thousand eyes watching, Old Deng, you must be sweating buckets!]

[Go ahead and hit him! Where's the aggression you showed when you were chopping people with that stick? If you do anything to Brother Lang, your whole family will have to buy standing-room-only tickets and flee Jiangcheng tomorrow night!]

[Where are the Jiangcheng cyber police? Isn't this considered organized crime?!]

Chen Lang pointed at the floating sphere, his voice calm and unhurried.

"I just bought a new car and am preparing to do a live broadcast of my round-the-world road trip. I'm worried about not having a shocking opening for the premiere."

"Boss Zhao, you're such a good person. This raw and authentic sense of oppression from the villains is something I couldn't find even if I spent five million to go to Hengdian to hire such dedicated extras."

Zhao Daqiang's cheeks twitched, and his voice cracked.

"You fucking... dare to frame me?!"

Chen Lang's eyes turned completely cold, revealing an arrogance deep in his bones.

"Trying to scheme against you? You don't even deserve it."

He raised his hand and pointed at the camera.

"Come on, look at the camera. Ten thousand eyes are watching you. Say that self-evident statement again to the entire nation. Try touching me and see if this broken iron rod in your hand is harder, or if the real-time cyberbullying of 150,000 people is harder."

Zhao Daqiang clenched his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He was genuinely scared, but a glance at his brothers behind him told him that if he backed down completely today, he wouldn't be able to lead the team anymore.

"Fine... kid, you're ruthless."

Zhao Daqiang suddenly released his grip, and the baton clattered to the ground.

He put his hands in his pockets and gave a sinister smile.

"Take pictures all you want. I'm a law-abiding citizen today, I won't lay a finger on you."

He tilted his head and winked at the person behind him.

The twelve burly men immediately understood. They neither hit nor cursed, but simply took two steps back, with their backs against the escalator entrance, fire exit, and freight elevator lobby.

The twelve people formed a human wall, blocking all the exits so that not even a fly could get out.

"I am her uncle, here to take my runaway niece home. I have her household registration and guardianship certificate."

Zhao Daqiang took out his phone and held up the photo of the household registration book that Zhao Yulan had sent him to the camera.

"It's so complete it couldn't be more so; even if the police came, they'd say it's a family matter!"

He turned his head, his gaze passing over Chen Lang, and stared intently at the thin figure behind him wearing a large coat and a hat pulled low.

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Zhao Daqiang sneered. "Then you can stay here with your broken ball. Let's see who walks out of this mall first tonight."

The rhythm of the comments in the live stream suddenly changed.

[Holy crap...this old fox is so cunning! Blocking the door without hitting or yelling, that's skirting the edge of legal detention!]

He claimed to be the uncle? If the police come, it'll be difficult to handle; mediation is the most likely outcome...

[Isn't this just a way to wear the girl down?!]

[Brother Lang, don't be impulsive! If you strike first, you'll be in the wrong!]