Zhang Wei and Brother Hwu, who was into live streaming, were scrapping it out while a little lackey held a phone to live stream the scene.
They were fighting fiercely, but the chat in the live stream was getting spammed in an instant.
"Go Brother Hwu, take off his pants, I want to see Zhang Wei's big ass."
"Brother Hwu is flipping it, others stream exploring, and he streams homo stuff, so thrilling."
"The host is really fierce, mom asked me why I'm watching live stream with earphones, not gonna lie, d ten red flowers for a butt spanking."
"Zhang Wei is about to give up, he's calling for Brother Tui, is Brother Tui there?"
A wave of spamming followed: Is Brother Tui there? Save this poor kid~!
Yang Jian looked at the two of them rolling around on the ground as if he were watching a pervert, feeling embarrassed to even break it up if he didn't know them, but seeing Zhang Wei getting the worst of it, he couldn't just stand by.
"Brother Tui, help, help me out." Zhang Wei cried out in pain: "This guy is grabbing my *."
Yang Jian walked over, "Then you grab his too."
"I tried, but I can't reach it," said Zhang Wei.
The live-streaming audience exploded with laughter upon hearing this.
"Haha, can't reach it, is Brother Hwu's * small?"
"I might have beaten Zhang Wei, but I've lost a man's dignity."
"That's a severe blow, it's critical damage."
At that point, Yang Jian stepped in to break up the fight, finally pulling Brother Hwu, who was tightly clutching Zhang Wei, apart: "That's enough, if you keep this up, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"Who asked for your damn meddling? Get the hell out of the way, I will kill this dog bastard, he dared to kick my *, I'm going all out." After pushing Yang Jian away, Brother Hwu charged back in with fire in his eyes.
"Who let you film me taking a dump and then streamed it online, I'm not through with you yet, Brother Tui, let's team up and crush this guy."
Zhang Wei scrambled up and stood beside Yang Jian, looking fearless.
"Who's afraid of who?"
Brother Hwu, losing his temper, looked around, took off a thick old wooden stick from some abandoned farm tools beside him, and said to the phone, "Brothers, no problem, watch Brother Hwu take on two today, beat two dogs hard, mark my words, today Brother Hwu won't step out of this house until they kneel and beg for mercy."
"Brother Tui, is it? Two of you, right, watch me break your Brother Tui's legs today."
"Damn, this guy's cheating, he's armed." Zhang Wei was startled, frantically looking around but couldn't find anything to use.
He just plucked two blades of grass from the ground, which then broke with a flick.
"Dude, that's too much, you were in the wrong here, you streamed Zhang Wei's ass without apologizing, and you're still taking advantage during a fight, although Zhang Wei was the one who threw the first punch, I still think you owe us an explanation, otherwise where does that leave my face?" Yang Jian said seriously: "If you're going to keep fighting, then I'm really going to be sorry."
"I'm sorry to your whole family."
Brother Hwu cursed loud and swung the stick at Yang Jian.
"Brother Tui, it's on you now, he's got a weapon, I don't, I can't help you much, don't hold back, give him hell, I'll back you up from here."
Zhang Wei, who had just been fighting side by side, suddenly stepped back several paces, keeping his distance.
Yang Jian looked at Zhang Wei with a dark expression; this wasn't about helping him, but clearly making him fight for him.
Without a second thought, the next moment he pulled out a gun and, raising his hand, shot at the wooden stick in Brother Hwu's hand, followed by the sound of the gunshot.
The stick exploded in an instant, sending splinters flying everywhere. Brother Hwu was so shocked that he dropped it. At the same time, his ears were ringing so loudly it was as if he had suddenly gone deaf.
Caught off guard by this sudden special situation, Brother Hwu stood there dazed, unsure of what to do for a moment.
The sidekick who was live streaming beside them was also stunned.
"Damn, my ears—I just turned up the volume because I wanted to hear some weird noises they might make."
"Holy shit, Brother Tui has a gun. Am I seeing things, or does he really have a gun? Is that the real deal?"
"The wood chips exploded, what do you think?"
"Quick, Yaoyao Ling, someone's gonna get killed, there's a shooting!"
A flurry of comments streamed in the live chat.
"You young people these days are too hot-headed, always so quick to fight and kill. That's not good. Can't you just quietly listen to what I have to say?" said Yang Jian.
It took Brother Hwu a good while to regain his senses.
His ears were still ringing, but now he felt a painful burning sensation on his face where the splinters had hit and broken the skin, causing a bit of blood to seep out.
Looking at the handgun in Yang Jian's hand, Brother Hwu realized the seriousness of the situation, his eyes widening with fear.
"'You' what? Still wanna fight? Go on then. You think you're tough, Brother Hwu, don't you? All ironclad and flawless. Maybe today I should give you a flaw," Yang Jian said, looking at him.
"No, no, no, Brother, Brother Tui, spare me, please spare me!" Brother Hwu was nearly in tears with fright, his knees giving out as he knelt on the ground.
Yang Jian, of course, had no intention of really hurting him; this was just to give him a scare, to make him think twice and remember not to act so lawlessly. He thought that just because the live stream was getting popular, he could disrespect everyone.
"Spare you? That will depend on what my brother here thinks," he said with a smile, slapping Brother Hwu's face with the gun.
"Brother Wai, spare me, please," Brother Hwu pleaded with a mournful face.
As the live streaming continued at the scene, even more comments flooded in.
"Brother Hwu's got a stick, but meets his match in Brother Tui with a gun; he's kicked an iron plate this time."
"Brother Tui is mighty and domineering, a real man, quick to draw a gun at the slightest disagreement."
"I thought he was just a bronze player, didn't expect him to be king rank. Kneeling down to Brother Tui, I'll offer incense for Brother Tui later, wishing him a pleasant time in jail."
At this moment, Yang Jian noticed the phone that was still live streaming and waved it over: "Come here."
"I, I..." The little sidekick, trembling with fear, didn't know what to do.
"Brother Tui's spotting you, cameraman, better run."
"Run? Can you outrun a bullet? Kneel down and apologize quickly, and don't forget to keep streaming."
"Amused to see Brother Hwu turn into Dog Brother. Tough and terse Brother Tui of the streets."
Yang Jian said, "Stand over here, take the phone, aim it at me—yes, just like that."
"I am the person in charge of Dachang City, the rumored ghost-master, responsible for the special cases in Dachang City, and I'm on duty now."
"Brother Tui is a ghost-master?"
"That's a lie, don't believe him."
"I have the inside scoop: Brother Tui is telling the truth; that satellite-positioning phone is standard issue for the person in charge. There's only one head person in a city, with unbelievable authority—they could check your water meter in minutes. This is a legendary figure I usually never get to see, and today I actually saw a ghost-master. Totally worth it."