Every single one of them was stunned!
What the hell?
So the exploding basketball, the bursting wooden stake, the tiger’s roar, the rolling thunder, the sound of flowing rivers—all of that was real?!
Holy crap!
We totally misunderstood the strear!
A chill shot straight from their tailbones to the crowns of their heads.
They imdiately gasped, then hurriedly opened the comnt section, found their earlier comnts bashing Zhang Beixing, and promptly deleted them.
Then, glued to their phones, they began furiously typing. It wasn’t long before they posted brand new comnts, completely contradicting their previous ones!
"I always knew the strear wouldn’t let us down! Those of you who were flaming the strear before, stand up! I just want to ask, does your face hurt now?"
"Damn, if I rember correctly, you were the one flaming him the hardest, right? You even wrote a whole damn essay. And now you’re here pretending to be so die-hard fan?"
"As expected of the strear I follow! Just aweso! His achievents today—if not ninety percent, then at least fifty percent are thanks to us old fans!"
"??? What the hell? What does the strear’s success have to do with you guys? Don’t go patting yourselves on the back!"
"What are you talking about? What do you an this has nothing to do with us? If we hadn’t racked our brains to give the strear all sorts of suggestions, would he have achieved what he has today? So when I say half the credit is ours, is there a problem with that?"
"Wow... You’re the most shaless people I’ve ever seen. It’s clearly the strear’s own hard work, yet you sohow manage to take all the credit. With that kind of audacity, you should be in charge of sothing!"
"You guys are just jealous! Jealous that we witnessed the strear’s growth. But that’s understandable; after all, not everyone can be like us, ten-year fans of the strear."
"Well, now we have ten-year fans showing up. Why don’t you just say you’re fans from the Qing Dynasty? Douyin has only been around for two or three years, right? So it’s just ’if the strear’s aweso, I’m aweso,’ huh? I’m really curious, what if the strear sses up soday?"
"Sorry, we’re not acquainted. What strear? Don’t know him. Officers, please investigate this bastard thoroughly! Don’t let him get away!"
"Smooth. You guys really know how to change your tune with the wind. So this is what being a strear’s fan is like? Love it, love it!"
"I originally followed because the strear’s Special Effects were well done. I never expected these three videos weren’t Special Effects but actually real! Now I love him even more!"
"Exactly! I’ve been on the internet for so many years, and this is the first ti I’ve seen such a genuine strear. Followed him instantly! From now on, I’m also a ten-year fan of the strear!"
"Speaking of which, when the strear hit the wooden stake, he must have used Hidden Force, right? Damn, one punch, and it looks fine on the surface, but it’s actually a world of destructive power hidden within. The Hidden Force is imnse, destroying it from the inside. Truly formidable, and impossible to guard against!"
"What the—? It was actually Hidden Force? Does that stuff really exist? I thought the strear was like Superman! But Hidden Force is aweso too! It must be incredibly hard to master, right? As expected of the strear I follow! He really knows all sorts of tricks! Aweso!"
"So, the question is, how exactly do you train such an aweso Hidden Force? Strear, we’re all good buddies here; you can’t keep such good stuff to yourself, you know."
...
Because the Shishi Police Departnt had tagged Zhang Beixing, many people who watched the Shishi Police Departnt’s video subsequently clicked into Zhang Beixing’s hopage. This, in turn, made Zhang Beixing’s comnt section incredibly lively.
And the new viewers, naturally, wouldn’t think Zhang Beixing’s videos were just Special Effects. Since it was known that Zhang Beixing possessed real martial arts skills, seeing those videos of tiger roars, exploding basketballs, and wooden stakes bursting in water left them nothing short of utterly shocked!
「anwhile, in the hospital room,」 Zhang Beixing couldn’t help but smile wryly as he scrolled through the comnts, watching this crowd of netizens who were furiously flaming him one second and then, uninvited, declaring themselves ten-year fans the next.
He scrolled down.
Soon, he saw a small number of people in his comnt section asking if he had killed soone.
Seeing these comnts, Zhang Beixing was sowhat surprised.
He clearly hadn’t expected that in less than two hours, the news of the human traffickers’ deaths would already be out.
But it didn’t matter if they knew.
Not to ntion that Zhang Beixing had killed entirely in self-defense; it was a subconscious action.
Just considering the identity of those he had killed...
Never mind just killing them. Even if Zhang Beixing had killed them and then mutilated their corpses, those netizens would still be cheering him on. They’d probably even be begging for more.
After all, it was common knowledge that human traffickers weren’t considered human!
How could Zhang Beixing’s actions be called murder? He was clearly enforcing justice for Heaven, ridding the people of a scourge, punishing evil, and promoting good—a great hero, alright!
Evidently, the netizens understood this point as well.
They didn’t show much resistance to the fact that Zhang Beixing had killed.
But even so, Zhang Beixing inevitably saw so outrageous statents in the comnt section, like "human traffickers are people too," and "murder, regardless of the reason, is unforgivable."
Zhang Beixing didn’t even have the inclination to bother with such statents.
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