444 casually forwarded the cloying chat logs between 'Little Rain Flying' and her online romance partner to her boyfriend's phone.
Before the two could start babbling nonsense again, 444 stylishly kicked them both out.
System message: 'Your Fifth Brother' has been kicked out of the livestream. System message: 'Little Rain Flying' has been kicked out of the livestream.
The other haters who had wanted to say something instantly stopped daring to move, and soon slipped away quietly.
"Damn, my friend said the streamer was amazing with computers, but I was skeptical. I didn't expect him to be completely right."
"That's how it should be. Kick all those haters out."
"Phew, without those haters, the air in the livestream suddenly feels a lot fresher."
Wind Without Trace: "My cult leader is awesome."
System message: The Protector sent you a deluxe Super Rocket. System message: The Protector sent you a Super Rocket. System message: The Protector sent you a deluxe Super Rocket. System message: The Protector sent you a deluxe Super Rocket.
"Keep the gifts coming! Keep the gifts coming!"
A string of Super Rockets flooded the screen, making the spectators in the livestream cheer with delight.
Wind Without Trace: "Whoa, the Protector looks so low-key. I didn't expect him to go this wild once he got started. He couldn't be one of our cult leader's die-hard fans, could he?"
One rocket cost five thousand. He had sent five or six in one go—some huge tycoon had shown up.
"Rich bro, are you still looking for a leg ornament?"
"Boss, do you still need a Little Brother to carry your bags and massage your legs?"
The Protector: "No."
Wind Without Trace: "Do you need someone to warm your bed? Your Little Brother can take hits, fight, and warm