Mastering the Sword Manual, sweeping across the globe

He turned around and continued to stare at the inquiry scene in the store, without looking back at the cameras.

……

The same applies to Yunzhong City.

The same applies to Jiangcheng City.

The same applies to a certain city.

The same applies to cities A, B, C, and D.

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Yuxi City.

Zhang Qiliang sat back down on the stone stool.

In fact, judging from the videos released through various channels, it's no secret that the Chinese superhero, High-Speed ​​Rail Hero, possesses the ability to read minds.

When the bureaucrats from this district gathered here, they had already informed their colleagues of this through internal channels, firstly to avoid further provoking the monster, and secondly... to prevent everyone from suffering extra trouble.

Unfortunately, there are always some guys whose brains and IQs are definitely not online and they don't believe in this.

With the tax chief setting an example, the pace here also accelerated further. After all, whether you stick your neck out or not, you're going to get hurt anyway, and the risk of hesitating in front of the monster is just too high.

Now that he has some free time, Zhang Qiliang starts scrolling through his phone again.

After having some free time again, Zhang Qiliang started scrolling through his phone.

In the live stream, more and more people began reporting their results:

"I just received a call saying my refund has arrived! In full! I asked what about the 300 yuan I was refunded back at the time? They said it would be considered interest."

"The money has arrived in my bank account. The money I was scammed out of more than three years ago has been refunded in full! I just checked the map, and the Impression Salon from back then can no longer be found on Gaode Maps!"

"Wow, you guys are fast? Shouyi International just said they were going to do the statistics, but we haven't heard anything back yet..."

"Don't worry upstairs, have you seen the live stream next door? Anping will probably be up all night tonight."

"Brothers, I just received a text message from the government, asking me to go to a certain address to process a refund. What's going on?"

What was the other party's attitude like?

"Your attitude is quite good. Are you saying, 'Beware of scammers?'"

"There can't be a liar who'd really want to turn themselves in, right?"

"Just go openly and honestly, this time we'll definitely resolve it for you."

"Okay, I'll go tomorrow."

Three seconds later.

"Holy crap, they said I don't need to go anymore."

"???"

"They said my situation has been basically verified, and the teams responsible for apologizing and refunding have already set off and will arrive at my home in about fifteen minutes."

100 Proving the Way Through Force

Besides reporting the results, the live stream also featured Zhang Qiliang's favorite things.

"Ming-ge is awesome."

"Ming-ge is awesome."

The variety of styles is constantly evolving and emerging.

Zhang Qiliang's expression remained calm, but his right leg, which was resting on his left foot, began to sway quietly at a certain rhythm.

Of course, the world isn't always so harmonious.

"To put it bluntly, it's still about proving the truth through force, believing that violence can solve everything."

"All crows are black; if you eliminate this batch, another batch will quickly emerge. Besides putting on a nationwide frenzy, what's the ultimate point?"

"Such a powerful force, is it only focused on these superficial connections between people? Can't it do something truly beneficial to the national economy and people's livelihood?"

Zhang Qiliang's right leg stopped moving.

Let me see. If it's just a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) kid, fine... but what if it's some kind of birdman...?

Before I could even click to read them in detail, the selected comments disappeared one after another.

【fold】

[Error]

The comment you clicked has been deleted.

As the saying goes, even a skilled cook can't cook without rice. No matter how powerful Zhang Qiliang's programming skills are, there's no way to trace them now—it's impossible for him to hack into the backends of major platforms just for a few comments, right?

That's not all; a heartwarming reminder quickly appeared at the original location:

Kind words cultivate good relationships, while harsh words wound hearts.

Please engage in friendly communication.

Please do not spread rumors. Use polite language. Violators will be subject to a fine of 2000.

Alright... The platform handled it promptly, and since the number of likes and shares didn't exceed 500, Zhang Qiliang didn't push his luck.

Limited by infrastructure and past emphasis, in terms of regulatory efforts, although foreign platforms also tried their best during this period, they could hardly be considered adequate compared to Da Yang platform.

A quick scroll through the tweets and comment sections reveals a plethora of discordant opinions:

"This is not justice; this is dictatorship. One man deciding who to punish without trial? That's what we condemn in dictatorships."

"What about freedom? Those salon owners have the right to run their business. If customers are dumb enough to sign up, it's their own fault. Superman has no right to intervene."

"Violence is never the answer. We have courts, laws, and due process. By using brute force, he's no better than the criminals he targets."

"So much for 'civilization.' Beating people up, threatening officials, throwing buildings—that's not progress, that's regression to the Middle Ages."

"He's a vigilante, plain and simple. In any democratic society, he'd be arrested immediately. China should be ashamed for letting this happen."

"The real problem isn't the scam salons, it's the system that allows them to exist. Superman is just a band-aid. Until China has real democracy, these problems will keep coming back."

Okay, okay...

Zhang Qiliang took out his phone and notebook and wrote down all the IDs and the information extracted from them.

and many more……

what are these?

As he kept remembering, Zhang Qiliang's eyes froze.

"American here. Can we borrow him for a weekend? I have a list."

"The real problem is the system? Okay, fair point. But guess what – he's fixing the system too, one corrupt official at a time. That's literally what you're watching on this livestream."

He threw a building into the ocean because some hedge funds messed with delivery workers. Not because he wanted power, not because he wanted money – because the delivery workers got screwed. That's not a villain origin story; that's the most pro-worker thing I've ever seen.

To the person complaining about 'real democracy': show me one democracy where an ordinary citizen can get justice this fast. I'll wait.

Without a doubt, these are Zhang Qiliang's supporters, and may even be among his most ardent fans worldwide.

But what's with the nicknames mentioned in these comments?!

Who's stirring up trouble here!

Zhang Qiliang quickly wrote a small program to retrieve and trace the source.

The fusion and collision of world cultures can sometimes be quite magical.

This is a quote Zhang Qiliang made to the global media while he was on Wall Street in Manhattan.

In Da Yang City, at a restaurant that uses leftover fish pieces and ribs from customers' meals to make takeout, Zhang Qiliang is conducting language education while having a tooth extracted.

On the third floor of the inpatient department of Guangming City Central Hospital, the old man and his family, after being cursed by Zhang Qiliang, had all their ability to speak sealed, and the only thought they could express when they opened their mouths was their thoughts.

Just now, standing at the entrance of the hair salon, Zhang Qiliang questioned the hair salon owner.

……

With the accumulation of a wealth of material, fans worldwide—especially those with a high level of interest—can distill a highly distinctive characteristic of this idol's values: extreme hostility towards certain behaviors.

Therefore, in the eyes of these die-hard fans, descriptive terms such as "Chinese Superman," "High-speed Rail Hero," "High-altitude Dancer," "Building Thrower," and "Delivery King" seem somewhat unrealistic.

As a result, a whole host of brand-new nicknames, symbolizing spiritual realms, emerged:

English: The No-Wickedness Hero

Japanese: 卑劣行為禁ヒーロー

French: Le Héros Contraire à l'Immoralité

Spain: El Héreo Contra la Inmoralidad

Etc., etc……

Look at how complicated this is!

Let's unify it then.

Since it's all the same hero and the same meaning, why don't we just use transliteration for everyone?

For example, a phrase that an idol often uses, combined with a general summary of idol behavior in Eastern history, can make for a pretty good combination.

In particular, its pronunciation is not only melodious and powerful, but also possesses a rich spiritual connotation and intellectual depth.

“que de xia!”

……

Ha ha……

Ha ha ha ha...

After sitting silently for at least ten minutes, the officials in front of the "Tianmei Style" store finished their briefings.

Zhang Qiliang stood up.

"Should we grant probation?"

Shen Zuotang was slightly taken aback, then realized that none of his colleagues around him had noticed any sound.

As expected of an elite whose intellect, resources, and habits far surpass those of ordinary people. Shen Zuotang immediately understood that the monster on the other side was communicating with him privately in some way.

probation……

If the court were to determine that my actions were not in violation of any rules—well, a warning or a reprimand would probably warrant a punishment.

So, in other words, the monster on the other side, considering my full cooperation and the considerable effort I put into handling the aftermath, is preparing to give me a chance...

What's most remarkable is that the monster offered a remarkably generous option: entirely voluntary. —If the monster had spoken directly, with hundreds of millions of people watching globally, there would have been no room for refusal.

After thinking for five seconds, Shen Zuotang shook his head almost imperceptibly.

To qualify for probation, the energy and effort he expends over the next few years will likely shorten his lifespan by at least ten years.

With her family background and resources, she could certainly live a healthy and happy life.

Raise your hand.

The next moment, Zhang Qiliang soared into the sky.

……

Fifteen minutes later.

Qianyuan City, a mountainous area.

It was surrounded by mountains on all sides, with only one dirt road connecting it to the outside world—the most winding, rudimentary, and dangerous kind of mountain road.

It takes three hours to ride a motorcycle from the county town on a sunny day, but the mountain is closed off on rainy days.

When outsiders come for the first time, just looking at the sharp bends of the mountain road and the unobstructed cliffs makes their legs go weak.

But in these deep mountains, there are more than thirty households.

The earthen walls and black tiles, with wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys, are no different from what they were a hundred years ago.

The only difference is the newly erected cement pole in the corner of the house, which is the power line that runs to every household.

And then there's that signal tower on the hillside—built by the county government through a lot of hard-earned money, supposedly as a key indicator for poverty alleviation, so that no household could be left behind.