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

"Where do you think you're going! You're in a dead end!"

The burly man in the lead swung his arms and pounced on them.

There was a dead end ahead and pursuers behind.

Chen Lang did not back down.

He lifted his eyelids, his gaze passing over the approaching fist.

There are still five meters left to the end of the boardwalk.

The burly man's fist slammed into his face.

Chen Lang suddenly pulled his shoulders back and turned to the side.

My right foot slammed heavily onto the metal handrail on the side of the walkway, which was only ten centimeters wide.

"Buzz—!!!"

The metal handrail was stepped on and a tiny dent was made.

Using the rebound force, Chen Lang leaped up from the ground, soaring nearly two meters into the air.

He shielded Shen Qingci in his arms with one arm and vaulted over the armrest.

The black workwear jacket and white skirt intertwined in mid-air.

The two of them flew directly above the burly man's head, tracing a gravity-defying arc in the air.

"Holy crap! Is this guy even human?!"

The burly man below looked up at the afterimage sweeping across his head and his voice cracked.

"Snapped!"

The heavy rubber soles of the tactical boots slammed onto the marble floor on the second floor with a sharp, gunshot-like sound.

Chen Lang slightly bent his knees to absorb the impact and came to a steady stop in front of the observation deck on the second floor.

This is directly above the atrium at the main entrance of the shopping mall.

Looking down, you see a glass curtain wall lobby on the first floor, which is over ten meters high.

Passing through the sensor-activated glass doors, you'll find yourself in a pedestrian plaza paved with granite.

Chen Lang stepped onto the railing of the second-floor observation deck with one foot.

His left hand still firmly supported Shen Qingci's waist, and his breathing was steady.

He glanced down at the ground.

The square outside the main gate was deserted.

He silently counted down the time in his mind.

There are only 10 seconds left until the 87-second countdown to issuing the "Autopilot to proceed" command.

Heavy, disordered breathing came from behind me.

Zhao Daqiang led the remaining seven or eight of his men out of the stairwell.

It stopped less than 20 meters away from Chen Lang.

Zhao Daqiang's expensive suit jacket went missing.

The white shirt was soaked with sweat and clung to the fat, while the designer tie was askew around the neck.

He was unarmed.

His bloodshot, cloudy eyes stared intently at Chen Lang.

He brought twelve thugs, but was dragged down five floors in front of 300,000 people online by a high school student.

After seeing where Chen Lang was standing, Zhao Daqiang was taken aback.

The fat on his face twitched violently, bursting into hysterical laughter.

"Run! Keep running, you fucking bastard!!"

Zhao Daqiang pointed at Chen Lang, who was standing on the edge of the railing, spitting as he spoke.

"Below is a hall several meters high, and there's not a soul in sight outside the door!"

"A complete dead end!"

"I'll see today how you manage to fly away with this burden on your shoulders!"

"Surround him and kill him! Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, I'd break his legs!"

The eight thugs immediately dispersed, forming a semi-encircling formation, and approached the railing.

In mid-air, a suspended live-streaming sphere cuts into the mid-range shot.

The comments section was scrolling wildly:

[It's all over! There's really no way out! Jumping from the second floor will either kill me or cripple me!]

[Brother Lang, call the police! It's not shameful! There are too many people on the other side!]

[I'm so anxious! School beauty, please don't let go!]

Chen Lang stood on the railing as the thugs approached.

He slowly turned around and looked down at Zhao Daqiang.

He twitched the corner of his mouth.

Her tousled hair was blown by the night wind, and her dark eyes revealed undisguised arrogance.

"Boss Zhao."

Chen Lang's voice, tinged with languor, echoed through the spacious second-floor atrium.

Here's a piece of advice for you.

He twirled a strand of Shen Qingci's long hair that had been ruffled by the wind with his finger, but his gaze swept coldly across the area below.

"From now on, take your sister, who has a mental illness and is a control freak, and stay away from my people."

"Otherwise, next time we meet, I won't be running around with her."

"Instead, we'll crush you, bones and all, to pieces."

"Fuck your arrogance! Kill him!!!"

Zhao Daqiang completely lost his composure and roared as he charged toward the railing.

ten meters.

eight meters.

five meters.

Zhao Daqiang's calloused fist was only a few meters away from Chen Lang's face.

A powerful, low-frequency boom suddenly echoed through the night sky outside the mall's main entrance.

"Buzz—Rumble rumble rumble rumble!!!"

This is not the kind of noise a regular car engine can make.

It is too powerful and too violent.

It was like a mountain forged from steel moving, emitting a roar that tore through the air.

The ground began to shake.

The slight tingling sensation in the soles of the feet quickly escalated into a substantial, high-frequency tremor within two seconds.

"Click click click—"

The tempered glass display cases in the lobby on the first floor made a "humming" sound when resonating, and even showed tiny cracks.

A massive crystal chandelier spanning six floors overhead, with hundreds of crystal pendants colliding violently.

It emitted a "clanging" sound like a torrential downpour.

"An earthquake?!"

"Holy crap! What's going on?!"

Zhao Daqiang, who had rushed in front of Chen Lang with his fist raised in mid-air, abruptly stopped.

Everyone turned around in horror, staring intently at the square outside the main gate.

In the darkness at the end of the square.

Two extremely dazzling xenon high beam headlights suddenly lit up without warning.

"Whoosh—!!!"

The thick beam of light brutally tore through the hundred-meter-long night sky.

It hits the huge glass curtain wall at the main entrance of the shopping mall directly.

The first-floor lobby and the connecting corridor to the second floor were illuminated in a stark white light.

Accompanied by a heavy hydraulic exhaust sound.

"laugh--"

A colossal vehicle, crushing the thick landscape tiles of the pedestrian plaza, arrogantly drove into everyone's view.

The floating live-streaming ball instantly zooms in.

The 8K ultra-high-definition picture quality brutally displayed every detail of this behemoth on the screens of 300,000 netizens.

There was a five-second gap in the live stream.

There wasn't a single comment.

Four axles, eight wheels.

The vehicle is over twelve meters long and nearly four meters high!

The heavy off-road tires, taller than a person, left tiny cracks on the granite tiles with every roll.

The entire body is covered with a matte black heavy armor paint.

The mechanical lines are muscular, the cockpit is high up with bulletproof glass, and the metal crash beams are robust.

Every inch of the cold steel plate and every huge rivet exudes a suffocating sense of weight.

That wasn't a car at all.

It was a heavily armed, post-apocalyptic steel fortress.

On the second-floor connecting corridor.

Zhao Daqiang stood rooted to the spot, his pupils contracting violently under the intense light.

His mouth was agape, and the fingers holding the cigarette trembled violently.

The ferocity and arrogance of just now vanished in the face of absolute industrial violence.

The burly men behind him were spinning their legs wildly.

With a "thud".

The thug dropped the iron rod in his hand, his legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the cold marble floor.

After five seconds of deathly silence.

The live stream, which had 300,000 viewers, experienced a massive data explosion that could have crashed the server.

[Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!!!]

[What the hell is this?! Is this a heavily modified version of a multi-million dollar Mercedes-Benz Arros 8x8 heavy-duty truck?!]

【No way, buddy! You call this a vegetable delivery truck?! This is like a high-level game being played in northern Myanmar!!!】

[This is so intense! I almost peed my pants just looking at the screen! Brother Zhao must have been sweating buckets!]

[A devastating blow! This is pure physical dimensional reduction! What's your background, Brother Lang?!]

[The twelve burly men opposite: I was terrified. I thought Optimus Prime had come to Jiangcheng to collect protection money.]

Chen Lang stood on the high railing, still protecting Shen Qingci with one hand.

He lowered his head slightly.

Under the blinding light of this apocalyptic behemoth, the glaring light was reflected in Shen Qingci's lifeless eyes.

She didn't scream.

Chen Lang could clearly feel her heartbeat accelerating wildly against his chest.

In those clear, cold eyes, the madness and rebellion that had been suppressed for eighteen years finally broke free.

She looked up at Chen Lang.

There was no longer a trace of fear in his eyes, but rather an extreme fascination.

Do you like it?

Chen Lang chuckled softly, tightening his left arm around her.

Shen Qingci remained silent.

She gripped Chen Lang's shirt tightly and nodded heavily.

Chen Lang looked up and gazed down at the Doomsday Heavy Truck, which was parked in the center of the square, emitting a violent idling sound.

He slowly turned his head.

Looking at the group of thugs who were already terrified, and at the floating live-streaming ball in mid-air with over 400,000 online viewers.

Chen Lang stretched out his lips, his smile unrestrained and arrogant.

He blinked his left eye at the camera.

"Everyone."

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"Your brother Lang's car has arrived."