The male supporting character was actually myself.

A group of people took turns going on stage and acting crazy. It was unclear whether the live stream signal had been cut off or not. Any of their outrageous words would be considered a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of their families if they were to get out.

Why aren't you running away? Are you waiting to be silenced?

Maybe the building is already surrounded by the army, or maybe it's locked on by artillery shells and will be blown to smithereens in the next second.

"What the hell? I've been fooled!" The rebels from District One, who had been cooperating with the leader in framing Wang He, were stunned for a few seconds before drawing their guns; while the Shadow Guard, realizing they had been exposed, were not to be outdone.

The armed security personnel, tasked with maintaining order, discovered that the men dressed in rebel uniforms hadn't fled yet. They immediately regrouped and cooperated with the Shadow Guard to encircle and annihilate the rebels.

Gunshots suddenly rang out in the studio.

The audience scattered and fled, some were hit by stray bullets and lay on the ground bleeding profusely; others managed to escape and rushed towards the parking lot.

Many more people were trapped in the hall by the three parties, unable to move forward or backward.

"May the angels protect me!" Under the influence of the drug, the agent saw everything around him as blurry and unreal. In the chaos, he held his head and muttered a prayer for protection.

An Dailin's eyes lit up, and pure white wings carried her graceful figure as she landed beside her manager to listen to his soft prayers.

"May the angels help me escape! May the angels protect me..." he muttered as he hid under the seat, avoiding the hail of bullets.

The angel who heard the prayer smiled gently and beautifully, "I will grant your wish, don't be afraid!"

"boom!"

An out-of-control bullet shattered the glass and flew toward the agent in horrified eyes. Time seemed to freeze as he watched the bullet get closer and closer.

"clatter!"

With a soft thud, the bullet flying through the air seemed to encounter some obstacle and stopped just ten centimeters away from him, pausing for a second before falling to the ground with a thud.

The agent nearly fainted from fright, then slapped himself several times before realizing he wasn't dreaming.

There really are angels protecting us!

"Thank you, angel! Thank you, angel, for protecting me!" Overjoyed, he mustered his courage and crawled out of his hiding place, running towards the back door without looking back.

Bullets whizzed past his ears from time to time. The agent could almost hear the sound of the hot bullets burning his hair, as well as the sound of the wind whipped up by the bullets being fired at each other behind him!

However, none of this concerned him.

With angels protecting you, bullets can't even get close!

"Hahaha! I finally escaped!" The moment he passed through the gate, the agent left all the danger behind, and the car with the open gate was within easy reach.

The excitement of being able to escape this hell on earth made his already drug-controlled brain extremely active, and he couldn't help but shout and run towards the car.

A smile bloomed on Andrea's face. "Congratulations on fulfilling your wish."

"Whoosh!"

In the lobby, a bullet that had just left the gun barrel suddenly veered off course, passing through the wooden door at an incredible angle and embedding itself in the agent's forehead, which was creased with wrinkles from his beaming smile.

Blood splattered everywhere.

As his body slowly collapsed, the last thing that flashed through his mind, pierced by the bullet, was—why? He had escaped, so why did this happen…

"Ah, what a kind and helpful angel I am!" Andrea smiled even more broadly, bowing slightly to her manager's body lying in a pool of blood. "Another day of helping others, how wonderful!"

Chapter Twenty-Three: An Orphan? That's Great!

The little white cat trembled as it jumped onto the car to report, "Host, that angel is really unacceptable! She's so scary!"

After nibbling and whispering in its host's ear for a while, it shook its large, furry ears and said with a dissatisfied look, "Unless the demon has the ability to control her, we should stay away from her, lest we get tricked at any time."

"She was just being a little playful. She only killed people who deserved it. It's no big deal." Jiang Chen sat on the roof of the car, using a faint magical aura to protect the vehicle.

Fluffy dumpling: (。o﹃o。)

Since the host has said so, I'll just eat and drink and wait to win without lifting a finger.

It leaned against its large black wings hanging behind it, took out a bag of dried fish, and started eating while holding its feet up.

"Are we dreaming?" Liu Yihong sat in the passenger seat, finding the situation today extremely bizarre. Putting aside the fact that those people were going on stage one after another to self-destruct, the sheer ease with which the four of them escaped was unbelievable.

He even wondered if all of this was a show.

The actors were kept in the dark. In fact, from leaving the paranormal show to the press conference and the four of them successfully escaping, were they all exposed on camera? The audience was happily watching the actors give their all in a realistic and energetic performance while they were eating melon seeds.

He couldn't understand why it wasn't arranged in advance.

Wang He drove on without turning his head and said in a deep voice, "I suspect it was all arranged. Maybe there are cameras filming us somewhere right now, otherwise it would be impossible for so many abnormal situations to occur at the same time."

"No way?" Sun Dieqi, who thought she could finally breathe a sigh of relief after escaping, felt her heart leap into her throat again. "A show like 'Real World'?"

Her heart pounded, and her face turned deathly pale. If it was just a show… what she had said to Qin Xiaoyao backstage…

Jiang Chen twitched his lips and sighed helplessly. Look at what this evil entertainment-to-the-death mentality has done to the children.

He peeked inside and reminded her, "Xiao Yao, this isn't a fashion show and no one's watching you. But I'll help you set up your own live stream later, so be prepared."

Exclusive live stream?

Qin Xiaoyao was stunned. Didn't they say before that they would unite with the resistance army to overthrow the federal rule?

Those are all secret operations. If they were broadcast live, wouldn't that be like self-destruction?

"I don't think it's a show." She had many questions in her mind, but as long as Mr. Devil was there, she didn't need to worry about anything. So she joined the chat and reminded him, "Don't forget the video that Qiao Yi released. It even broadcast the president's private conversation. I don't think the president would be stupid enough to make fun of himself, right?"

"That's right. If their discussion of policies to keep the people ignorant is leaked, it won't do the Federation any good, whether it's true or not."

"But the more they do this, the more it feels like a smear campaign. The idea that the whole nation is entertained to death for the sake of better federal governance sounds a bit like a conspiracy theory."

"It only makes sense if it's a fashion show—the show previews can inform the audience in advance that it's all for the sake of the show."

"But which fashion show designer would dare to be so bold as to make fun of the head of state? And the Federal Headquarters actually agreed to it?"

Liu Yihong discussed it for a while but still couldn't figure it out, so he simply reached out and pressed a button on the car's control panel. "Never mind, let's check the situation at the press conference first..."

He froze before he could finish speaking.

The semi-transparent screen was projected onto the windshield, showing the scene of the press conference as a mess, with gunshots and screams ringing out.

"A fight broke out?" Wang He was driving at breakneck speed towards the highway following Sun Dieqi's directions when he saw this scene and his scalp tingled. "Everything was fine when we left, what happened?"

Sun Dieqi caught a glimpse of Qiao Yi lying in a pool of blood on the screen and said in a trembling voice, "If this is a show, unless what we're seeing is a fake recording controlled by the staff, otherwise... Qiao Yi has been killed. This casualty is too serious!"

"Judging from the comments on the screen, it's probably not a live show." Liu Yihong swallowed as he scrolled through the unregulated comments. "Unless the production team is really going all out and what we're seeing is a pre-recorded clip they want us to watch, it doesn't make sense."

Qin Xiaoyao propped her face up with her arm and stared blankly at the bizarre and unfamiliar world outside the window.

It's normal that they can't understand it. The one who helped is Mr. Demon. As a supernatural being, He can easily do things that ordinary people can't. Controlling those people to leak information shouldn't be difficult for Him.

If the truth is put online, will people in 39 countries really believe it?

Even if they believe it, will they really rise up in resistance?

She expressed her doubts, after all, with the Alliance headquarters suppressing District Twelve, there would be an endless supply of resources. If District Twelve were to rebel, it would harm the common interests of the thirty-nine countries. Who would be willing to share the cake they have been monopolizing with others?

How could you possibly expect the audience to throw away your rice bowl?

"If it wasn't arranged by the show, why hasn't anyone stopped us yet?" Wang He's mind raced as he drove, then he wondered to himself, "Could there really be such a big show?"

Even the amazing show 'Real World' was just a small town that was built, and the actors, who were broadcast live from childhood until they were twenty years old, never left the town.

We're already on the edge of the city... If no one stops us, we'll head straight for the next city. Is the fashion show really that big?

Liu Yihong: (⊙_⊙)

Sun Dieqi: (⊙︿⊙)

"What if... the production team wants to do something big and completely deviate from the typical show format to mislead us?"

After Qin Xiaoyao finished staring blankly, she noticed that they were still suspicious and sighed, "Stop thinking about these useless things. There must be something wrong at the Federal Headquarters, which is why no one is paying attention to us. Why don't we think about where we should go next?"

It's impossible to keep driving on the road forever, and the stolen car might be discovered soon. The most urgent thing is to hide and avoid being caught!

“Xiao Yao is right.” Wang He nodded in agreement. “Whether it’s a show or an accident in real life, the next task is definitely to try to survive and not get caught.”

Wang He comes from District One, but judging from the information just revealed, the District One resistance has long been in cahoots with the Federation.

Liu Yihong came from District 2, and he couldn't guarantee the purity of the resistance forces in his hometown. If they were similar to those in District 1, it would be like walking into a trap.

Needless to say, Sun Dieqi grew up in a town under federal jurisdiction, and with her family in prison, she certainly had nowhere to go.

Everyone in the car turned their attention to Qin Xiaoyao.

"I..." She was also completely confused.

He spent eighteen years of his life in Falling Moon City, but no matter how difficult the days were, he never saw what the legendary, elusive rebel leader looked like.

Where are they?

Did they collude with the federal government?

Qin Xiaoyao knew nothing when asked, so she had no choice but to look up at the roof of the car.

"Tell them not to worry, just keep driving straight to Falling Moon City." Jiang Chen sat on the roof of the car, gazing at the angels flying in from afar, a slight smile playing on his lips. "With me here, you can all just follow orders and I guarantee you'll all survive until the very end."

Qin Xiaoyao: ? ? ?

What does it mean to survive to the very end?

Despite her many questions, she still believed that Mr. Devil had instructed Wang He to drive the car towards Luoyue City.

"Going to Falling Moon City?" Andelin fluttered her wings and flew over, landing next to the demon. "Hmm, that's a long journey. What are you going there for?"

Jiang Chen looked at her pair of clear, bright eyes with a seductive smile and said, "I'm a devil, of course I'm going to cause trouble! To manipulate the whole world and mold it into my favorite shape, isn't that more fun than fighting and killing?"

"That sounds great!" Her eyes sparkled with interest. "Tell me about your plans, and I'll see if I can find something interesting to do to pass the time."

Seeing that the angel had been successfully led away, Jiang Chen changed the subject and asked, "Where is the person you're protecting? You can't be too far apart, right? Otherwise, if something unexpected happens to him and you can't get back in time, it will be troublesome."

“Hmm, that’s true.” Andelin’s white wings drooped limply as she rested her face on her hand and said dejectedly, “That child has been less and less interested in making wishes lately. He’s engrossed in books all day and doesn’t even like to talk. It’s so boring being around him!”

"So, he must be a very happy child to have your wish fulfilled."

"I suppose so." The gentle voice unique to angels sighed softly, "Actually, he is an orphan. He has lived alone in an orphanage since he was a child, but because he is kind and innocent, I am here to protect him."

Although he can fulfill many of his wishes and live a life free from financial worries, I don't know if he is truly happy.

After all, angels aren't human and don't understand what human happiness truly means.

Just thinking about Jiang Jinfeng's increasingly melancholy eyes gave Andy Lin a headache.

The older the child gets, the harder they are to fool. They always refuse to make wishes. How can we fulfill our wishes and increase our strength?