You're All Going Down with My Secret Identity!!...

But the moment he moved, reason stopped him.

He had already sent the email, and someone would help him get justice. Exposing Sun Baofeng's identity in front of witnesses would be more convincing, and it would save him a lot of trouble and controversy.

Right now, there were only three of them present, and the other side had the numbers. Wen Feiran was deeply worried that, with his slight build, he couldn't take on two people and would end up getting beaten.

Wen Feiran was furious for a moment. He raged inwardly, but his body was much more honest: he drew his neck back and pressed the record button hard.

Don't think I'm backing down. I'm using my wits!

Sun Baofeng and Li Nan were so angry they had lost their senses. Neither had expected a third person to be in the restroom, and they were confronting each other without restraint.

"Do you really think there's a wall in this world that lets no wind through? I'm definitely not the only one who knows!" Li Nan had exhausted his arguments and his patience. After repeatedly failing to get hush money, he no longer held out hope for it. He just wanted to vent his resentment and drag Sun Baofeng down with him.

Sun Baofeng's expression darkened, a range of emotions flickering in his eyes. Half a minute later, his tightly knitted brows relaxed. "Don't try to scare me. Do you think I'm made of paper, ready to fall apart at a poke? I'd already made up my mind before I did this. I never expected to use this identity without trouble. So what if there's controversy? Even if you take a megaphone and tell everyone, I'm not afraid."

"You!" Li Nan's expression twisted. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. He hadn't wanted to play his last trump card, but Sun Baofeng had gone too far.

"You don't really think Sishui is dead, do you?" As the person who had made it happen, Li Nan bore a great deal of responsibility, but as far as he was concerned, as long as he could destroy that ungrateful wretch Sun Baofeng, he didn't care about anything else.

Sun Baofeng's self-assured expression vanished. He glared fiercely at Li Nan. "Don't come here spreading alarm, threatening and extorting me. I'm not falling for it!"

"The hospital's death certificate could be fake too." Li Nan shrugged, looking perfectly casual. "Didn't you say that in the information age, it's impossible to tell truth from lies? You can claim our real chat logs were fabricated, so the death certificate you believe is real could naturally have been forged by me!"

When he finished, Li Nan finally got his wish and saw the color slowly drain from Sun Baofeng's face. His lips trembling, Sun Baofeng looked like a bedraggled dog hauled out of the water. All he could do was deceive himself, repeating "Impossible" over and over.

"What's so impossible about it?" Li Nan ground his teeth, his venomous gaze seeming to pierce straight through Sun Baofeng. "I advised you not to go on the show, but you wouldn't listen. I saw right through you, you idiot, and I had no intention of going down with your ship. But you broke your word and wouldn't give me that five million. Everything I planned came to nothing, and now I'll be dragged down too!"

By the end, Li Nan didn't care whom his knife cut deeper. "Since you've shown me no loyalty, don't blame me for returning the favor. Teacher Sishui is still alive. I'll contact him myself and have him come forward and identify you!"

The livestream viewers' eyes lit up with excitement.

[Hahaha, they're really both stupid and vicious. Do they seriously not know there are cameras in the restroom too?]

[They definitely don't. If this were an act, the price would be way too high.]

[Two villains fighting like dogs. It doesn't matter which one dies more miserably. But Teacher Sishui's identity has been stolen for so long, and he might even end up with a bad reputation because of it. Poor guy.]

[This is explosive. The gossip has spread from celebrities to the design world, and it's even the famous South China Institute!]

[The gossip is great, but it feels like something's missing. Why isn't Wen Feiran there?]

[I'm dying. It's fine to treat it as entertainment, but some people actually believed it. If his persona really is the Entertainment Industry Gossip King, it'll collapse in minutes!]

[True. Wen Feiran and his team are brainless too. It's the hardest persona to pull off in the domestic entertainment industry, and he still dared to market himself that way.]

In the livestream, Li Nan had already taken out his phone. Sun Baofeng was practically going mad and rushed over to stop him. The two grappled, and Li Nan was pinned to the floor and punched several times in the face. The pain jolted his nerves, and he suddenly burst with strength, throwing Sun Baofeng off and hitting the call button as fast as he could.

The moment everyone had been waiting for had finally arrived. The two men present and the livestream viewers all looked forward to seeing the real Teacher Sishui answer the phone and learn the truth.

But unexpectedly, in the next second, a phone rang abruptly in the quiet restroom.

The livestream viewers: ???

There was a third person in the restroom!

Who was it?!!!

Chapter 21: You're All Going Down with My Secret Identity!!...

Unable to see, Wen Feiran could only make a rough guess at what was happening outside from the sounds. But Sun Baofeng and Li Nan were grappling, and Wen Feiran couldn't hear them talking. He frowned in confusion and was about to move closer when the phone in his hand suddenly vibrated.

A jumble of emotions tangled together, and his nerves were stretched taut, unable to withstand the slightest stimulation. It was like a ticking bomb. Wen Feiran's pupils contracted, his fingers went weak, and he instinctively threw it.

The sound of the phone hitting the floor was drowned out by its ringtone. Wen Feiran hurriedly bent down to pick it up, but just as he reached out, a crisp sound rang in his ears.

"Click—"

Wen Feiran turned his head, looking as horrified as if someone had suddenly opened the door on him while he was using the toilet. And that was essentially what had happened.

Wen Feiran stared dumbfounded at the two men standing in the doorway.

Both were bruised and battered: one had swelling at the corner of his eye, while blood dripped from the corner of the other's mouth. By rights, Wen Feiran should have felt gratified and gloated over their misfortune, but for some reason, a trace of embarrassment and panic rose in his heart instead.

All three froze, with Wen Feiran's ringtone playing in the background: "Grandpa, your grandson is calling you."