"What happened? What exactly happened?"
The Live Stream Room audience's view was entirely confined to the relatively cramped Cargo Hold. While it gave them an immersive experience, it also sent their curiosity about the situation outside soaring.
A few scattered remarks were simply not enough to reconstruct what had happened.
So people started calling out again:
"Where's Lord Ink?"
"Is that camera position completely dead?"
"We need an exterior view!"
"Why do those little chicks get multiple camera angles, while we Inner World brethren are stuck with a restricted first-person view... Can I protest?"
Just as everyone was hesitating, someone suddenly began spamming messages: "Go to The Aviator! Go to The Aviator!"
"What?"
"It's a niche, hardcore streaming platform, mostly for professional exploration, aerial photography, and extreme sports sharing..."
"Cut the crap and get to the point! The point is that it has exterior footage! Footage of the cargo ship!"
"Holy shit, it really does!"
"That doesn't look like Crow's perspective!"
"Are you night-blind? The drone's propellers are practically in your face!"
"Which bro is this badass?"
"Only a Xia City warrior could pull this off."
"The Xia City Branch is this lawless?"
The Inner World Ability Users chatting nonsense in the Live Stream Room might have seemed quick-witted, but they were also the very people wary of a mental-sensing master's inconceivable power—the kind that could crawl through the internet cable and reach them. In reality, they behaved themselves.
Other than Extraordinary Species like Geng Huai, whose brains had apparently grown into muscles, no one else even dared mention Ronan's name, much less defy his wishes and stream him without permission...
Only ordinary citizens, ignorant and fearless, had that kind of drive.
The sequence of events soon became clear:
ZM was still lying flat. There was nothing anyone could do