Chapter 1340: 921 International Friends
“Heh, accusing of fraud? Who told you that? The police? The internet isn’t beyond the reach of the law. Do you have evidence?”
Starry Sky app.
A certain livestream room.
A gender-neutral strear, with short-cropped hair and glasses, smirked arrogantly.
“Lonely Shadow of the Cold River” entered the livestream room.
So platforms provide a range of special VIP treatnts for “big patrons”—such as entry effects, highlighted usernas, and full-screen notifications. But Starry Sky isn’t into all those flashy gimmicks. Add to that the fact this room had about two thousand viewers with non-stop barrage scrolling, even the entry of the “Emperor” didn’t draw much attention.
The arrogant gender-neutral strear didn’t even notice.
No matter how much she argued or explained, the thousands of viewers in the room remained deaf to her words. The relentless flood of scrolling comnts painted her with a single brush: everyone was accusing her of being involved with the Myanmar-based online fraud network.
Going by the IP address shown, it seed she really was in Myanmar.
Even the calst person has limits, let alone a host with a downright an-looking face, who clearly wasn’t the patient type.
Faced with a stream of accusations and even outright insults, she adjusted her glasses, rolled up her shirt sleeves, and exploded in anger.
“A bunch of S.O.B.s! Just because I’m in Myanmar, I’m automatically into fraud? Co on, even if I *am* running scams, what can you even do about it? Co to Myanmar and arrest ? Or send your precious cops here?”
Out of the countless strears on Starry Sky, one openly cussing out their viewers was practically unheard of.
The newly arrived “Cold Emperor” found himself inexplicably roped into the strear’s rant, alongside the rest of the audience.
“I don’t even count on making a single di off you people, and here you all are yamring on…”
She tilted her chin up, arms bare, her posture becoming even more defiant and brash.
Fair enough.
Most strears survived by cultivating fans and selling products, so they naturally called their audience “family.” But she was different.
Her livestreams seed to exist purely for fun, and her uploaded videos were all about flaunting her extravagant lifestyle.
“She’s definitely part of the Myanmar fraud syndicate. She and that ‘Boss Wei’ are accomplices. Streaming is just a way to lure people in. Don’t fall for it, everyone!”
Similar comnts popped up nonstop, flooding the screen.
“Don’t let find out where you’re from! I’ll make you co to Myanmar if you dare. If not, I’ll co over and deal with you myself. Believe it or not!”
[This livestream room has been flagged for violations and is now banned.]
The internet truly isn’t beyond the reach of the law.
The platform’s response ca swiftly.
All that remained for the viewers was the sinister, murderous glare of this “Big D” strear as the room was shut down.
With the room closed, the thousands of viewers—including Jiang Chen, the “Emperor”—were all booted out together. Jiang Chen then searched for the “Boss Wei” that viewers had ntioned.
Myanmar’s Boss Wei.
In today’s era of advanced networks, finding soone doesn’t even require detailed information.
Of course.
The prerequisite is that they must have sufficient public visibility.
This “Boss Wei” wasn’t streaming—or wasn’t live at that mont anyway—so Jiang Chen checked out his profile. Unlike the flashy “Big D,” his content consisted of mundane, everyday monts: sipping tea, scaling mountains, attending business or charity events. But through the minor details in the videos’ backgrounds, it was apparent Boss Wei was anything but ordinary—wealthy, powerful, or both.
Furthermore.
Compared to the “Big D” strear, he was clearly operating on a much higher level. Every video saw him dressed in branded suits, exuding sophistication and professionalism. But beneath the veneer of civility, his gaze and deanor radiated an invisible yet chilling tension. Even when smiling, he evoked unease and danger.
Much like a butcher, whose excessive killing leaves an unmistakable aura on him, regardless of setting.
The tis truly have changed.
Even the most unscrupulously evil criminals could show up online, blatantly provoking, boasting, and posturing.
Just because they were outside the borders?
It’s worth noting.
Historically, for quite a long period, Myanmar was practically a vassal state.
Following related searches, Jiang Chen ca across plenty of additional information.
The place known as Myanmar seed downright fragnted online—not quite resembling a coherent nation.
For instance, within accounts like “Big D” and “Boss Wei,” Myanmar appeared serene and picturesque, full of birdsong and floral fragrance—basically no different from any other region. So accounts even acted like tourism comrcials, inviting Shenzhou citizens to visit Myanmar for sightseeing or leisure. This promotion included endorsents by notable dostic figures.
Yet in the confessions of arrested scam perpetrators, Myanmar transford into a nightmare you’d never escape—a hellish den of horrors recounting bone-chilling experiences.
When Jiang Chen finally looked up, he realized that over an hour had slipped by unnoticed.
Short videos really do waste ti.
He rotated his office chair.
Outside the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, rays of sunlight poured in. The giant “Great Wall Group” signage shimred brilliantly under the scorching sun, dazzling to behold.
“In ancient Shenzhou, there was the legend of the Thousand Gates Eight Generals—the origin of all scams.”
Dongba camp.
Second-in-command Wei Yi sat on a stone stool, idly scratching the ground with a stick. He had set aside all duties; his primary task now was to entertain two distinguished guests.
The children in the camp clustered around, listening to his stories.
“Actually, all tricks share the sa roots. The process boils down to group collaboration, setting up traps, baiting the target, and then rigging the ga to take everything they’re worth. The modern ‘pig-butchering sches’ are essentially a refined version of this.”
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