Chapter 430: Let Me Show You What Livestreaming Can Really Do!

“The bully’s attacking people!”

Wang Yun’s booming shout, full of righteous indignation, made everyone in the livestream pause for a split second.

Then, the chat exploded.

“Damn! So Xiao Gang is the one getting beat up?!”

“What kind of thug dares to pull this crap? I’m looking him up right now!”

“You touch Xiao Gang, you don’t know the wrath of his millions of fans!”

“Wait, that building… and that guy… he looks like someone from the next village over.”

“What? Your village? Go check it out right now! Bro upstairs, we’re counting on you to get justice!”

The moment someone in the stream claimed to recognize the location, chat went wild. Everyone was shouting, watching, waiting—desperate for information on the bully in the video. Even Wang Yun hadn’t expected livestreaming to have this kind of power.

“Put that damn phone down! Who gave you permission to film me? This is a violation of my image rights!”

Standing to the side, Mao Guo, who was no stranger to chaos, couldn’t stay calm. All he could see was that damned Wang Yun, filming with gleaming eyes, pushing back against his workers while muttering to himself.

“Image rights? Sue me, then!”

Wang Yun didn’t back down. His goal now was to pour gasoline on the fire. One drop at a time.

He even picked up Xiao Gang’s phone. Right hand filming, left hand searching for something. All while using his elbows to fend off the workers nearby.

He was multitasking like a pro.

“You—! Put the phone down right now!”

Mao Guo was finally losing it. Wang Yun was completely unruly. Slick, defiant, untouchable. If this stream got any bigger, it would affect not only their family but their entire village.

Word would spread. And once it did, they’d be the laughingstock of every neighboring village for starting a brawl over a girl.

Wang Yun could tell the old man was about to try and grab the phone.

He stepped back with a grin, then the footage on the screen began to shake and move wildly.

“Come catch me, then! If you catch me, I’ll stop filming!”

Wang Yun took off running.

He really started running.

Everyone in the livestream—and on-site—was dumbfounded.

“What the hell is going on?!”

“Why’s he running?!”

As Wang Yun darted off, all eyes turned to him. Even the workers who’d been pushing and shoving paused to look.

“Stop screwing around! Catch him!”

“Mao Yan! Get him first! We can’t let him keep filming! Have you forgotten about Xiao Wan?!” Mao Guo shouted.

His panicked shout struck a nerve.

The moment the name “Xiao Wan” came out, Mao Yan’s pupils widened. His eyes instantly filled with anxiety.

Xiao Wan was the girl he was currently dating in the city. He didn’t like her, she was too fat. But he couldn’t say no. The power behind her was too great. Their family had made its money riding on her father’s coattails.

But Mao Yan had no intention of marrying her. He was just stalling, buying time. Once he and his father made it big on their own, he’d kick her to the curb without a second thought.

But not now. They absolutely couldn’t let her family see this livestream.

“Stop right there!” Mao Yan roared again, louder and more desperate than when he’d yelled at Xiao Gang earlier.

Though Wang Yun was still running, his supernatural hearing and eyesight caught everything. He immediately noticed the change in their tone when that name came up.

“Oh? So that’s the weakness, huh?”

Wang Yun muttered under his breath. Then, in his most mysterious and suggestive tone, he spoke directly into the stream.

“Did everyone hear that? Just now, those two mentioned a girl’s name. Anyone out there know someone named Xiao Wan in Haicheng? Or heard of the names Mao Guo or Mao Yan? Here’s what’s going on…”

Wang Yun kept the phone steady as he quickly laid out the full situation for the viewers.

Of course, he added a little spice, especially when it came to describing Mao Guo and Mao Yan. Like how Mao Guo dumped his first wife as soon as he struck it rich.

The stream exploded with rage.

“Scum! Absolute scum!”

“This guy’s trash! I can’t take it anymore! Any brothers in Haicheng? We need you!”

“Where are my Haicheng soldiers at? Get in here!”

The chat was in a frenzy.

The power of the media was on full display.

The viewer count skyrocketed past 1.2 million.

The platform’s staff was frantically stabilizing the channel, their own phones buzzing as they searched the names Wang Yun had mentioned.

Then, a new comment appeared in chat.

From a user named “CrescentMoon.”

“Haicheng? Are you talking about Mao Yan and Mao Guo? Wait… are you talking about my boyfriend and future father-in-law?”

Wang Yun froze.

Even though the comments were flying by like lightning, he caught that one clearly. He was still running, looping around the construction site.

Over twenty workers were now chasing him like dogs, shouting profanities behind him.