Fate's Choice: Livestream at the Start Summoning Billions of Ravens

The next day.

A black, specially modified Hongqi sedan silently drove away from the military base and merged into the traffic flow of Yuzhang City.

Outside the car window, the city's neon lights and hustle and bustle flashed by.

Jiang Ming watched all this without any emotional fluctuation.

Two hours later, the vehicle slowly drove toward an old residential area.

However, the car suddenly slowed down as soon as it reached the entrance of the residential area.

Blinding flashes of light pierced the car windows, flashing wildly.

The dense crowd completely blocked the only main road in the community.

Dozens of media outlets crammed together with their cameras and microphones, while hundreds of internet celebrities and fans holding up illuminated signs surrounded the entrance to Jiang Ming's apartment building.

"Damn! What's going on here!" The young driver from the Ninth Bureau couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

A dozen or so local police officers set up a flimsy cordon at the scene, shouting themselves hoarse to maintain order. But faced with the excited crowd, their efforts seemed inadequate, the entire cordon was teetering on the brink of collapse, and order was on the verge of breaking down.

"Mr. Jiang, we can't get through. Should we take another route, or wait for backup?" the driver asked, turning around to inquire.

Jiang Ming did not answer.

He simply put on a mask and a baseball cap.

"parking."

"I'm going down."

The driver was taken aback, but immediately carried out the order.

The soft sound of the car door unlocking was barely audible in the noisy environment.

Jiang Ming pushed open the car door and stepped out.

A sharp-eyed reporter was the first to react, screaming in a hoarse voice.

"It's the Raven God! He's back!"

boom!

The crowd went wild instantly.

The media and fans, who had previously been relatively restrained, completely dropped their pretenses and swarmed over like sharks that had smelled blood.

Countless microphones, cell phones, and recorders were practically poking Jiang Ming in the face.

"Mr. Jiang Ming! What exactly happened when CA4527 went missing?"

"Is the official report lying? Did you save everyone?"

"Are you a god? Or an alien?"

"Crow God! Look at me! I've been your fan for ten years!"

"Could you demonstrate how to make a dead tree bloom?"

.......

Sharp questions and fervent shouts mingled together, forming a wave of sound that could instantly engulf ordinary people.

Jiang Ming stopped and stood in the middle of the surging crowd.

Under the spotlight of countless cameras, he slowly raised his hand and removed the mask from his face.

That delicate, serene face, which had been analyzed countless times across the internet, was thus exposed to everyone without any cover.

The noise at the scene miraculously quieted down.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for his first response.

Jiang Ming scanned the entire room, his gaze not lingering on any of the excited faces.

He spoke calmly to the most recent camera.

"First, regarding the airplane, I will do a live stream on Douyin later to answer everyone's questions."

"Secondly, this is my home, the place I live, and I don't like to be disturbed."

"So, now, please leave."

After saying these three sentences, Jiang Ming ignored everyone's reactions.

He put his mask back on and walked straight toward the entrance of the building.

The crowd was intimidated by his last strong words, but their actions betrayed them; no one was willing to make way.

A burly reporter carrying a camera blocked his way, refusing to budge an inch.

Jiang Ming did not take a detour or stop.

He walked straight over.

The shoulder made contact with the reporter's body.

The burly man, who weighed at least 200 pounds, felt an irresistible force coming from him, and he staggered several steps to the side, knocking down the two people behind him.

Exclamations rang out.

The crowd that had surrounded Jiang Ming like an iron barrel had no choice but to move aside, even if they didn't want to.

Jiang Ming's physique is as high as 20 points, which is four times that of an average adult male.

He didn't even need to use any skills; he simply walked forward and carved a path through the crowded throng.

No one can stop him.

Everyone could only watch helplessly as he calmly walked into the stairwell and disappeared from their sight.

In the hallway, Jiang Ming stopped and took out the encrypted phone that Chen Jianguo had given him.

He dialed that one and only number.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"it's me."

"Director Chen, I'm at my home in Yuzhang."

Jiang Ming leaned against the mottled wall and spoke in an unquestionable tone.

"You have one hour to clear out all irrelevant people from this place."

Chen Jianguo paused for a second on the other end of the phone, then answered in a steady voice.

"Received, at most forty minutes."

Jiang Ming hung up the phone, put it back in his pocket, and went upstairs.

Less than thirty minutes.

A deep engine roar came from downstairs.

Several black SUVs and a signal jamming vehicle that I've never seen before drove into the residential area in a very aggressive manner.

The car door opened, and a group of men dressed in black uniforms, wearing sunglasses, and moving efficiently quickly got out of the car.

Without any unnecessary words, they immediately began an orderly but forceful expulsion of all reporters and online influencers.

"Sir, according to national security regulations, this area has been designated as a temporary control zone. Please leave immediately."

"Madam, please cooperate with our work, otherwise we will take coercive measures."

Faced with these powerful and decisive "official personnel," the previously arrogant media reporters instantly wilted.

In less than an hour, the area downstairs in the residential complex became deserted.

……

At the same time, Jiang Ming was already standing at his doorstep.

He knocked on the door.

The door opened, and my mother's familiar face, etched with anxiety, appeared before me.

"Xiao Ming!"

His mother hugged him tightly, and tears she had been holding back for so long burst forth instantly.

"You scared Mommy to death! You scared Mommy to death!"

The father stood to the side, his eyes red-rimmed, patting Jiang Ming's back repeatedly, looking him up and down to make sure he wasn't missing any limbs.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."

Jiang Ming let his mother hold him and gently patted her back.

He went inside and went to the window.

Downstairs, the Ninth Bureau personnel had established a tight cordon, blocking all vehicles and personnel attempting to approach again from hundreds of meters away.

The encrypted phone in my pocket vibrated.

Chen Jianguo called.

"The situation is under control."

"I have sent an action team from the Yuzhang branch over there. They will be stationed around the perimeter of the community 24 hours a day to ensure the absolute safety of your family and that no one will be able to disturb them."

"Okay," Jiang Ming replied with a single word.

"Also," Chen Jianguo added, "do you... need us to send a psychologist to 'communicate' with your parents?"

"Need not."

Jiang Ming hung up the phone.

In the living room, his parents' emotions had calmed down a bit, but their eyes were still full of worry and countless questions as they looked at him.

"Son, what... what exactly happened?" His mother asked, her voice trembling as she held his hand. "What they're saying online, and what about those people downstairs..."

Looking at his parents' worried faces, Jiang Ming didn't explain much.

He simply reached out and touched the potted green ivy in the corner of the living room, where it wasn't growing very well.

next second.

Under the astonished gaze of Jiang Ming's parents, the leaves of that ordinary pothos plant visibly stretched and enlarged, becoming so glossy they seemed to drip water.

The tender green vines grew wildly, climbing up the wall.

Most incredibly, at the top of this pothos plant, a flower bud appeared out of nowhere and then quickly bloomed.

The entire living room was filled with a fresh, unique fragrance.

Jiang Ming's father and mother stared at this scene that defied common sense, their mouths agape, and remained stunned for a long while.

Time seemed to stand still.

After a long while, Father Jiang was the first to come to his senses.

He didn't press for details about this supernatural scene, but simply gave his son a deep look and then nudged his wife, who was still in a daze beside him.

"Go cook."

"My son just got back, he probably hasn't eaten yet."

"What's the matter? Let's talk after we finish eating."