Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

Armed violent conflict appeared for the first time in the livestream.

Even Wang Yongbo was secretly worried, unsure if it would breach any taboos.

In fact, there was no need to worry at all, given the high vantage point, even if bloody scenes did occur, the viewers wouldn’t be able to see them very clearly. Moreover, in the past, there were people who live-streamed drug busts, which were also officially approved with no issues. Compared to that, Master Fang’s situation, although exaggerated, had not crossed the line of what could be broadcasted.

After quickly glancing over it, Master Fang had gained a rough understanding of both sides’ firepower and manpower.

“We need to cultivate our ability to deal with various situations. Use our observation and inspection abilities to stay alert to potential terror risks that might be hidden in our surrounding environment.

The skills used by police and military for close protection and undercover work, such as ‘Play the Gray Character,’ are the most important skills we need to master.

As long as the terrorists don’t single you out as a target or think you’re worth special attention, your chances of survival will greatly increase. So don’t step forward to ‘play the hero.’ Let’s get out of here.”

After confirming the conflict was indeed between thugs and assessing their firepower, Master Fang didn’t linger; he had to leave the area quickly.

But just as he looked up, he saw a dense screen of comments in front of him.

[Holy shit, Master Fang, look behind you]

[Motherfucker!!]

[It’s going down!]

[The building’s collapsed!!]

Master Fang turned around quickly, his pupils reflecting a burning building — the one previously hit by a rocket, which had exploded a second time for some unknown reason, was now slowly tilting like a collapsing sky.

The ground shook, underground water pipes burst, high-pressure jets of water spouted like fountains, and the layers of cement coating the building’s exterior peeled off, crashing to the ground with a thunderous noise.

The thugs scattered and ran, sprinting frantically in all directions.

It was like a scene prophesied in a book of doom; in front of the apocalypse, everyone seemed as insignificant as dust.

“Motherfucker!”

At that moment, Master Fang was no longer composed; was this damn building’s load-bearing wall blown off!!!?

He raced along the eaves, roaring in anger as he went; no one was sending messages now. The huge building slowly toppled behind him, countless sparks shooting into the air, like a burning bird soaring to the sky, gripping the hearts of all the viewers with a disaster-like scene.

Run, run!

His heart pounded like a runaway wild horse; for the first time, Master Fang felt just how bad his luck was. He could even feel the strong air pressure from the falling building behind him.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, Master Fang still couldn’t outrun gravity. The building crashed into the residential block with a thunderous impact, and even the viewers behind their screens felt as though they could sense the shaking.

Master Fang felt the ground beneath him quake, nearly instantaneously numbing his legs as if he were holding a steel pipe and struck another steel pipe — the recoil alone nearly made him lose his footing, and the subsequent feeling of the ground tilting filled him with horror.

This is bad!

How could a residential building withstand the force of another building smashing into it? It barely lasted a moment before the roof of the entire block began to tilt and collapse.

His pupils contracted to pinpoints, Master Fang cursed inside but dared not stop; to stop would mean death!

Master Fang’s legs tensed beneath his pants; he clenched his fists, the veins on his arms popping like angry snakes. Around him was the rumbling of the earth, waves of sound rising higher and higher, spreading out like shockwaves. He felt cut off from the world, wishing he could roar out loud.

Adrenaline secreted recklessly, a terrible heat flooding his body, as if his veins were about to burst. Master Fang roared with all his might, and in a flash, life returned to his body.

The two waves of sound combined and spread out; Master Fang leaped with all his might, but the rooftop beneath him could no longer hold, shattering and collapsing. It was too far, though.

Master Fang couldn’t reach the uncollapsed rooftop and disappeared into the dust along with it on the screen.

The viewers were stunned.

What followed was an uncontrollable panic.

What to do?

Something happened, something big!

Wang Yongbo’s eyes were about to split, his fingers whitening as he gripped the mouse. He had never anticipated something like this happening—was Abbascan’s construction all just shoddy as tofu dregs? How could the building collapse after being hit by just one blast?

Such a problem occurring right when the live stream started made everyone’s liver and gallbladder tremble with fear.

It was impossible to imagine what Wolf Fang would be like without Bi Fang.

Wolf Fang couldn’t be without Bi Fang, just like the West couldn’t lose Jerusalem.

His eyes bloodshot, he suddenly yelled at someone beside him.

“Quick, quick, quick, get in touch with Abbascan right now, tell them to go rescue!”

The staff member beside him, as if woken from a dream, fumbled to get out their phone, but when push came to shove, they didn’t know how to contact Abbascan.

However, the official overseer sent from the headquarters reacted quicker, promptly connected with Bi Fang’s person in charge, and walked to the side to give an account of the situation.

The news spread rapidly, and anxious emotions spread throughout the entire office floor. Everyone present was Wolf Fang’s staff, and who among them didn’t know about Bi Fang?

Upon hearing that he might have been in an accident, almost everyone turned on the live stream, but on the screen, all they could see was a pile of ruins. Even some of the more sensitive girls could barely hold back their sobs.

“Hurry up!”

Wang Yongbo was so anxious he felt like going mad, wishing he could sprout wings and fly to the rescue site led by Abbascan himself, and personally dig through the entire building.

And it wasn’t just Wang Yongbo. Bi Fang’s friends were also extremely nervous. Yao Jun was furiously erupting in his office, and the fans were frantically spamming the live stream with comments begging Bi Fang to hurry up and show himself, telling him to stop “Playing the Gray Character,” hoping for a miracle.

But many knew it was impossible. Even through the screen, one could feel the bone-chilling despair. The scene on the screen showed nothing but ruins, and to be struck by an entire building…

How could anyone survive?

The Wolf Fang office building became briefly agitated then quickly fell again into a deathly silence, with only the “whoosh” of computer fans spinning.

It seemed everyone had accepted an undeniable fact, and the frantic emotion was gradually supplanted by grief, followed by a wave of desolation.

Wang Yongbo, enraged, swept his monitor onto the floor. Watching the screen shatter into pieces, he felt no regret, only overwhelming sorrow in his heart.

Having known Bi Fang for so long, their relationship had long surpassed merely a partnership. He felt a deep kinship with Bi Fang, like that between a master and a confidant…

Seeing this, everyone lowered their heads. Liu Qian was equally grief-stricken, her tears almost spilling over. As Bi Fang’s assistant, she felt unbearably pained at this moment.

“Cough, cough.”

A series of coughs broke the silence.

The mournful atmosphere was shattered. Liu Qian, somewhat annoyed, glanced towards the source of the sound, but did a double-take. It was …

The sound system?

Another round of coughs rang out, and this time Liu Qian confirmed that it was indeed coming from the speakers. But she had been watching Bi Fang’s live stream all along.

Why were there coughing sounds?

Liu Qian’s pupils slowly dilated. That was—the tired but calm voice coming from the collapsed residential building: “Damn, that was close.”

The dust slowly cleared, revealing Bi Fang perched on the edge of the building’s roof. His nose and mouth were full of dust, looking utterly disheveled, forcing him to cough a couple of times to ease the discomfort.

He glanced at the comments, which were full of messages of condolence, and couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s with these comments? Do I look dead to you? How come I didn’t know about it?”

“Don’t just curse people like that!”

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