Long Qi quickly stepped aside and dropped out of frame. But soon, the ambient audio picked up his "polite" exchange with E Tu:
"Sorry to make you come all this way, Mister Long Qi."
"Gladly... Besides, it's finally another chance to work together, Intelligence Officer Mister. Speaking of which, ever since last year's University Student Festival, I haven't run into another client as prompt with payment as your company."
"You flatter me. Mister Long Qi's professional standards also left a deep impression on us."
"Then please do keep me in mind if there's business."
"I thought this was only Mister Long Qi's side job."
"The industry changes too quickly, competition is fierce, and the rat race is brutal. Fall even slightly behind the pace, and you end up like me, taking a number and standing in line, on the verge of being eliminated... You know how it is."
"Ah, that's quite unexpected."
Amid E Tu's words, which seemed to blend flattery, sympathy, and schadenfreude all at once, the three of them arrived beside the sidecar motorcycle at the foot of the stairs.
Long Qi hurried forward two steps, reentering the frame and circling to the other side of the sidecar motorcycle. "Sorry, I was in a rush getting here today, so I just grabbed Xiao San Er on the way. The riding experience might be a little unusual... Miss Raven probably hasn't ridden one of these before."
There was no shortage of sensitive people in the Live Stream Room. Long Qi's somewhat frivolous, casual wording greatly provoked them. So much so that many forgot their earlier doubts—or vented all their accumulated dissatisfaction at once:
"Wait, is he flirting with her?"
"Don't get in the sidecar!"
"Nooo!"
"Don't! You can't do this!"
"Three Years Minimum, chemical castration in the middle, death