In the real world, inside Station 13.
Watching Chen Xing hold her blade to Chen Kong's throat on the screen.
The comments began scrolling madly.
'A gambling dad, a sick Mom, a rebellious little brother, and a broken her!'
'"The Time My Hero-Obsessed Little Brother Nearly Got Himself Killed"'
'Sister Xing: Today, this brat absolutely has to learn what it means for an elder sister to be like a mother!'
Joking was joking, and fooling around was fooling around.
But the Dimensional Audience still understood Chen Xing's actions.
After all, from Chen Xing's perspective, Chen Kong's willingness to risk his own life for a stranger was certainly noble.
But to her, it was simply too cruel and irresponsible.
Anyone would be furious, wouldn't they?
"Just for a woman you just met, you were willing to throw away your life?"
On the screen, Chen Xing's Demonic Blade lay across Chen Kong's throat, its edge reflecting his pale face.
Her voice was razor-sharp, every word smashing into Chen Kong's heart.
Chen Kong tried several times to argue.
But whenever he met his sister's eyes, filled with disappointment, every word he had wanted to say caught in his throat.
So he could only give his answer silently in his heart.
It wasn't that I didn't value my life. I just didn't want to watch someone die in front of me again.
Especially when that person's father once saved my life.
Seeing that Chen Kong still gave her no answer after so long, Chen Xing's expression darkened further.
What should you do when your little brother wouldn't behave?
Chen Xing said it was simple—give him a beating!
And so, amid the Dimensional Audience's sharp intake of breath.
Though Chen Xing, whose words said one thing while her heart did another, did not truly turn