My cells devour all worlds.

in the game.

P Port Bridge, bridgehead.

"boom--"

As a grenade was thrown, a flash of light appeared, and the oncoming vehicle instantly burst into smoke from the explosion.

Then four plumes of smoke rose simultaneously, and the vehicle continued to drive past, leaving behind four neatly arranged disposal boxes.

[Thor*4: You used a fragmentation grenade to knock down a level 8 armored unit (wiping out the entire squad)]

"Bang!"

Upon seeing this, Xiaoyu immediately slammed his hand on the table and jumped up, pointing excitedly at the camera and shouting:

"One lightning strike kills four enemies! Everyone stand up!"

"Hey, speak up! Talk to me! Who the hell just said I couldn't do it? If it weren't for that cheater in the last game, that whole car would have been dead already."

"That's the skill of your brother Yu!"

[666, Brother Yu is awesome!]

[Hey, keep barking! Why aren't you barking anymore?]

[If Brother Yu said it was a fake, how could it be false? A bunch of armchair gamers!]

【…】

Xiaoyu was just about to check out the comments section and find the fan who had said they would send him an airplane.

next second.

The live stream was abruptly interrupted.

A pop-up window took over the screen:

[Live stream banned]

△! Penalty for violation

You are banned from live streaming for 30 days due to "repeated verbal attacks on others".

The broadcast can resume after 29 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes, and 59 seconds.

Suggested rectification: Please conduct live broadcasts in a civilized manner...

"What the hell... I... you bastard... when have I ever been uncivilized?"

Seeing the ban notification, Xiaoyu felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water, and his good mood of getting a quadra kill with a single lightning strike vanished instantly.

"Damn it! This is a stupid platform. Luckily, I have a secondary account."

Xiao Yu cursed twice, then skillfully switched to a new account after a series of mouse operations, ready to continue the live stream.

Just then.

"Ring ring..."

Someone called.

Xiaoyu picked up his phone and answered, "Hello, who is it?"

Then, as if he had heard something surprising, his hand on the mouse suddenly stopped. "What? You're a lawyer, and you're going to sue me for insulting and defaming others in a live stream?"

"What the hell? I just said a couple of things online. So sensitive."

Besides, he's said it before: he was even more ruthless before and nothing happened, but now that the regulations are stricter, he's been very careful.

Xiaoyu didn't take it seriously. Didn't people online say that those lawyer's letters were just for show?

He scoffed, "Do you think I'm easily scared? Go ahead and sue me, see if I even bother with you, you idiot. I'm just cursing, so what? I'll *# you￥*￥……"

After saying that, Xiaoyu hung up the phone immediately, not giving the other party any chance to speak.

That's how he always is in games: turn on the microphone but turn off the earpiece, only attack and never defend, he's unparalleled!

He's the only one talking about other people's things.

Hmph hmph hmph.

Just as Xiaoyu was about to start broadcasting again, his phone suddenly beeped several times.

"Huh? Who sent this message? It's... a court summons?!"

Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "C, you're fucking serious?!"

"..."

"Okay, thank you for your help, Attorney Luo."

Chang Junda hung up the phone and smiled at Lu Sheng, "According to the lawyer, the evidence is sufficient. We can try to move towards a complete internet ban. Even if that doesn't work, the other party won't be able to do live streaming for the next two years."

Once this matter escalates and the two-year ban on live streaming takes hold, it's practically equivalent to a complete internet blackout.

After all, two years have passed, and it's hard to say whether the game is still popular or not, let alone one of the streamers with a bad reputation.

"Sure, thank you for your help."

Lu Sheng had just watched Xiao Yu's videos and discovered that the other party had posted a video a week ago saying that he was cheating.

Although he plays PUBG, he doesn't watch these kinds of live streams, and he rarely even watches videos, so he didn't see it.

Judging from the replies in the comments section, the other party clearly intended to incite fans to attack him, but he was unaware of this because he was in quarantine.

On the contrary, Fan Xiyue's side was affected.

Now look what's happened. The other party can't stream for two years, which is equivalent to quitting the internet. They really brought it on themselves.

Do you really think you can do whatever you want online?

Given what they did, anyone who takes things seriously would have a hard time.

"It's nothing, but his fans have also been criticizing me."

Chang Junda silently thanked Xiao Yu for his help, and then said:

"By the way, Master, I've already spoken to the people in the game about your account. They'll speed up the review process, and it should be unbanned soon."

Before he could finish speaking, Chang Junda's phone rang.

"Hmm? It's Uncle Zhao on the phone. Looks like he should be arriving soon."

Chang Junda immediately answered the phone, "Hello, Uncle Zhao, where are you?... Are you almost there? Okay."

For some reason, a hint of excitement appeared on Chang Junda's face.

He raised an eyebrow at Lu Sheng. "Master, you know what will happen later."

Having said that, Chang Junda could no longer contain himself and strode towards the gate.

Not long after, a car with the hotel logo slowly drove up and stopped at the entrance.

Click.

The back seat opened, and a burly man in a black suit emerged.

He was over 1.9 meters tall, bald, and had a robust physique that made his suit bulge.

With sharp eyes and concise movements, and seemingly carrying a certain habit, he was clearly not someone to be trifled with.

"Uncle Zhao."

Chang Junda walked out of the villa, smiling as he looked at Zhao Feiwen's empty hands, and asked knowingly:

"Where are the medicinal herbs you brought?"

Zhao Feiwen coughed lightly, his expression unchanged, and said, "The medicine is on its way, but a few of the ingredients still need a little more time to be prepared, so it will be a bit late."

He's obviously a scammer; why would he buy medicine?

Chang Junda was already deeply involved, and direct persuasion would backfire. Zhao Feiwen decided to use lies to keep him calm for the time being.

Once he exposes the fake master's true colors, everything will be fine.

"oh oh."

Chang Junda looked completely convinced.

At this moment, Zhao Feiwen glanced inside the villa and asked, "By the way, where is Master Lu? Is he still here?"

Chang Junda nodded. "Master is here. What's wrong? Uncle Zhao, what do you want to do?"

Hearing that he was coming, they didn't choose to leave? How dare they.

They even got Chang Shao to call him "Master," they're really plotting something big.

Zhao Feiwen subtly clenched his fist, but a look of longing appeared on his face:

"As you know, Uncle Zhao has been obsessed with martial arts since he was a child. Over the years, I have traveled all over the country with your father and met many masters, but I have never met the one you mentioned, Young Master Chang. I am quite excited and would like to pay my respects."

Chang Junda pressed down on the corners of his mouth, looking troubled: "Master doesn't like outsiders. Uncle Zhao, your idea is a bit difficult. It wouldn't be good if we displeased Master."

As expected, Zhao Feiwen sneered inwardly.

Lu Sheng really didn't dare to see him and could only make up some lame excuses to avoid it.

Just as Zhao Feiwen was trying to come up with a reason to persuade Chang Junda, he heard Chang Junda continue:

"...But Uncle Zhao, you're not an outsider, so Master shouldn't have any objections. Let's go, I'll take you to him."

As he spoke, Chang Junda led the way.

Turning around, he could no longer suppress the corners of his mouth, which turned up uncontrollably.

Chang Junda gritted his teeth, trying his best not to laugh out loud.

Meanwhile, Zhao Feiwen, who was behind him, was focused on Lu Sheng and was thinking about how to expose the fake master.

Or should we just beat him up?

The fake master is supposed to be strong enough to lift a car, so it's impossible for him to knock you out with one punch.

As for internal energy, Zhao Feiwen just smiled.

If they truly possessed internal strength, traditional martial arts wouldn't have declined to this state.

Halfway there, Chang Junda called out, "Master—"