Chapter 429: The Bully’s Attacking People!

Mao Yan’s overbearing attitude ignited a surge of anger in Wang Yun. Without a second thought, he pulled out his phone and opened the camera.

“Sir, don’t you think you’re taking this too far?”

Wang Yun didn’t hesitate. He lifted the phone and began recording, the camera pointed directly at Mao Yan.

Mao Yan panicked the moment he saw Wang Yun’s posture.

“What are you doing?! Put the phone down! Who gave you permission to film me?!”

He strode forward, trying to snatch the phone from Wang Yun. But Wang Yun didn’t flinch. In fact, he simply leaned into it.

“You asked for this.”

With that, Wang Yun launched a livestream. He opened a personal streaming account—Wang Yun Alt—an account Director Zhou had registered for him to use during downtime, to promote the show through some informal behind-the-scenes content.

There were no strict requirements. Wang Yun could stream whenever he wanted.

In short, the account was his to use.

“What are you doing?!”

Seeing Wang Yun fumbling with his phone, Mao Yan looked toward his father for direction.

Mao Guo turned his head slightly and waved at the construction workers behind him.

“Hey! What are you all trying to do?!”

Xiao Gang lost it the moment he saw that gesture. He couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I’m telling you, if anyone dares try anything today, don’t even dream of walking away!”

He rushed forward to shield Wang Yun, but Wang Yun simply gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“If I’m from the station, then I have a responsibility to fulfill that role. Today, I’m going to exercise my rights. Don’t worry. We’ll blur your faces in post-production.”

As he said that, he once again aimed the phone directly at Mao Yan and his father.

“Put that phone down!” Mao Guo jabbed a finger at Wang Yun and tried to lunge, but Wang Yun swiftly sidestepped.

“Let’s just be objective. If both of you claim to like Mao Yangyang, why not let the girl choose for herself? By the way, I’m livestreaming now. Currently, the number of viewers is…”

Wang Yun had been planning to bluff a number to scare them, but just as he was about to say it, the stream lagged for a split second.

The next moment, the viewer count in the top-right corner updated:

32,000 people!

What the hell?!

Over thirty thousand viewers?!

Wang Yun was stunned.

What was going on?!

Mao Guo and Mao Yan both noticed his dazed look, and in that fleeting pause, they made a move to snatch the phone.

But Xiao Gang lunged forward with a shout and slapped Mao Guo’s hand away.

“You bastard! You think you can lay a hand on my dad?! Get them!” Mao Yan roared, and the entire scene erupted into chaos.

Behind him, over twenty construction workers rolled up their sleeves.

“Beat them up!” they shouted.

The workers surged forward in a wave.

Xiao Gang grabbed a nearby drill and raised it threateningly, ready to swing.

“Don’t fight! Stop fighting!” Mao Hongping screamed.

Villagers who had been spectating from a distance perked up immediately. One by one, they fearlessly ran toward Wang Yun’s group. They were determined to watch the drama up close.

“Mao Xiao Gang! With your useless self, you think you’re good enough for Yangyang? Go take a piss and look in the mirror!”

Xiao Gang braced against the incoming workers, he stood firmly in front of Wang Yun. He wasn’t just anybody. He had survived a month of life-or-death trials with Wang Yun. Physically and mentally, he was leagues beyond these people.

“Ha! You should be the one looking in the mirror. Empty inside and out. Typical nouveau riche trash. Whoever marries you is just asking for a lifetime of suffering!” Xiao Gang snapped back without hesitation. He could tell none of these workers actually dared go all in.

They were just putting on a show.

He didn’t plan to strike first either. If this got out of hand, the consequences could be huge.

Mao Yan wasn’t stupid either. He kept it to verbal abuse only.

“You and your dad’s dirty laundry. Everyone in the village knows it. Yangyang hasn’t replied to you yet, and you still don’t get the message?” Xiao Gang kept flinging words like grenades.

Wang Yun remained behind him, the man in his corner—calm and composed. He didn’t care whether a fight broke out or not. He wasn’t worried about the consequences.

What fascinated him right now was how the view count in the livestream was exploding like wildfire.

Now over 100,000 viewers!

In the chat, the barrage of comments scrolled by like a rocket.

“Is this Big Bro’s livestream? Is he finally showing his face?!”

“What’s going on here? I opened the app and got auto-pushed into this room!”

“That guy looks familiar. Wait, isn’t that Xiao Gang?!”

“It is Xiao Gang! I heard Big Brother’s voice too! Are they filming a drama?!”

The comments flew by faster than the eye could track.

Then, a message popped up on Wang Yun’s phone.

“Our system detected you’ve started a stream. I’ve boosted your exposure. No matter what you’re doing, I’ve got your back.”

It was from Director Zhou.

Wang Yun’s pupils dilated slightly.

‘So this is the power of data. Damn, that was fast!’

His confidence surged. He’d been worried no one would show up. How the crowd had arrived in force.

“Ahem.”

Wang Yun cleared his throat. Then he stepped back, took a deep breath, and shouted into the phone,

“The bully’s attacking people!”