A real killer playing a villain; the guy surnamed Zhen in Detective, run!

The live chat was flooded with spam from paid commenters.

I feel so sorry for the staff.

[This is terrifying! How can someone like this become a celebrity?]

[Banned!]

[Violent individuals, get out of the entertainment industry!]

[Lin Wanwan, run!]

Cheng Yan leaned back in his chair. "Slice it."

The editing team was ready long ago.

Within ten minutes, the voice-altering accusation was broken down into more than twenty short videos, accompanied by horrifying subtitles, and pushed to various platforms.

"Victims from the film crew have come forward."

"The truth about Lu Yuan's violence."

"The Demon King's mask has been torn off."

Those who were still observing are now entering the fray.

I used to like him, but now I find him disgusting.

I felt uncomfortable during that Escape Room episode. What normal person would unlock and kick down a door like that?

Stop trying to defend him; all violent men in the entertainment industry are the same.

Why isn't Su Qinghan speaking up yet?

In Xingyao Capital's private club, President Wang sat on the sofa, the gauze around his neck still on.

He held a glass of red wine, watching the live stream replay on the projected screen.

The screen was filled with comments like "Lu Yuan is leaving the entertainment industry".

"Can you fight?"

He shook the cup. "Try making one for me."

Ah Kun stood to the side, forcing a smile: "Cheng Yan's move was ruthless. If he comes out to explain, it's just sophistry. If he doesn't come out, it's an admission."

Mr. Wang swirled his glass.

"I want to see him kneel."

……

The atmosphere in Su Qinghan's studio was tense!

The PR director stared at the clips from the live stream, his voice hoarse with anxiety.

"Director Su, we can't wait any longer. This so-called victim is obviously fake, but passersby won't investigate further. Emotions have already run high."

The legal director also chimed in: "We can send a lawyer's letter first, at least to stabilize our core support."

Su Qinghan sat in the main seat, her phone face down on the table.

Su Qinghan recalled Lu Yuan's words on the phone: "I'll handle it myself."

This would sound like nonsense if it were said by any celebrity.

But when it came to Lu Yuan, Su Qinghan actually stopped.

She looked up: "All accounts are on standby. Anyone who speaks out without authorization doesn't need to come in tomorrow."

The PR director closed his laptop and muttered under his breath, "These shady PR people should be thrown in the trash."

Su Qinghan didn't reply; she was waiting!

……

Lu Yuan's long-neglected personal Weibo account has been updated.

[At 8 PM, in my personal live stream, I'll be addressing everything.]

The accompanying picture is blurry; Lao Liu is lying on an old sofa yawning, half of his cat face is blurred into an orange pancake.

The comments section went crazy.

[Does he still dare to do live streams?]

Come on, let's see how this violent maniac washes his hands of it.

[Prepare to screen record; don't let him delete it.]

[Su Qinghan isn't going to save him, so he's coming out to deliver it himself?]

[Sixth Brother: Don't film me, I'm just passing by.]

When Cheng Yan saw the Weibo post, coffee spilled on the side of his keyboard.

He laughed. "Stupid."

The head of the online marketing team leaned over: "Mr. Cheng, shall we make the arrangements?"

"Make arrangements." Cheng Yan tapped the table.

"The entire robot matrix was deployed. So the online army came in. As soon as he started broadcasting, the chat was flooded with messages like: 'Kill him, quit the scene,' 'Violent maniac,' and 'Apologize to the victims.'"

He paused.

"Focus on his emotions. If he frowns, swears, or smashes a cup, record it immediately and create a fan-made video."

The troll manager nodded: "Understood. Force him to break down."

Cheng Yan watched the number of reservations fluctuate, "This time, he's the one who stuck his neck out."

Three million reservations! Seven million! Over ten million!

Weibo, short videos, forums, fan circles—they're all waiting!

Some are waiting for him to apologize! Some are waiting for him to fail! But many more are waiting for a public execution!

……

In an old residential area in the south of the city, Lu Yuan propped his phone up on a pile of old books and adjusted the angle.

The sixth dog lay on his lap, its tail pressing against the zipper of his windbreaker.

Lu Yuan lowered his head: "Be cooperative later."

The sixth brother licked his paws.

"It's sold out, here's an extra treat for you."

The sixth brother looked up.

The live stream is now live.

The number of online users jumped from zero to five million, and then headed for ten million.

Fifteen seconds later, it surpassed 15 million.

The barrage of comments was so dense that the screen was completely obscured.

[Get out here and apologize!]

[The violent maniac has retired from the scene!]

Stop playing dead!

Apologize to the victims!

[Lin Wanwan, stay away from him!]

[Su Qinghan, don't protect trash!]

The screen finally displayed the image.

No public relations team!

No apology was issued!

He wasn't crying, nor was he bowing his head in apology!

Lu Yuan, wearing an old windbreaker, leaned against the tattered fabric sofa.

The background is a peeling coffee table, goji berries are drying on the windowsill, and half of a hemp rope that Lao Liu tore to shreds is still hanging on the cat tree in the corner.

The sixth child was lying on his lap, licking his paws.

Millions of haters froze for a second.

【? 】

Is this a live-streamed apology or a renovation project in the southern part of the city?

Does he really live here?

This is the same sofa my grandma has.

[Don't change the subject! I'm leaving the industry!]

Lu Yuan glanced at the comments section.

He bent down and picked up a large bag of cat treats from under the table, then tapped the screen a few times with his finger.

The yellow bike has been attached.

The live stream froze for a second.

Su Qinghan sat in the conference room, looking at the projected image, her pen pausing in her hand.

The PR director opened his mouth, "He... disconnected the link?"

Lu Yuan picked up the cat treat and faced the camera.

"This brand, Lao Liu personally tested it."

The barrage of comments intensified.

How dare you sell products?!

Shameless!

[Not doing their job properly!]

Get out of here!

Lu Yuan turned the packaging over and showed the ingredient list to the camera.

"No palatability enhancers. Fresh meat content exceeds 70%. 19.9 yuan for 30 pieces, free shipping."

He tore one open.

The sixth brother, who had been aloof and arrogant just moments before, suddenly leaned in and started licking his hand.

It even scratched at Lu Yuan's hand with its claws.

Lu Yuan raised the cat stick by half an inch.

The sixth brother got impatient and leaned half his body on top of him.

Lu Yuan pointed at it.

"See that? They're forcibly taking food rations and violently forcing us to eat."

He handed the cat treat back.

"This is the real scene of violence. If you have a bully at home, you can enter with your eyes closed."

The comments section is in chaos.

【…】

I was just about to yell at him when he showed me the cat.

"Sixth brother, stop eating, your dad's house is about to collapse."

[19.9 yuan for 30 pieces? Really?]

Where's the link?

[The violent way they pressured me to eat, hahaha.]

[Don't laugh! We're here to insult you!]

Cheng Yan stood up in the basement.

"Swish! Keep swiping!"

The head of the online marketing team was sweating profusely: "We're still boosting it, but people are starting to ask for the link."

"Press it down!"

In the live chat, comments like "retire from the fandom" and "violent maniac" were still rolling around.

Lu Yuan had already picked up the bundle of black garbage bags.

"Nine dollars and ninety cents, one hundred of them."

He pulled one out, stuffed in two bottles of mineral water, and then stuffed in half a bag of potatoes.

The bag wasn't torn.

"Sturdy and strong."

He glanced at the screen.

"When people get tired of typing, they always order takeout. Buying some to store food waste is very practical."

He paused, then added a sentence.

"It's less effort than pretending to be a moral paragon online."