"Say something. Everyone's waiting." Chen Ge grabbed Qingming, his mind racing. No matter what the other man said, he already had a response ready. Even if Qingming pretended to pass out, Chen Ge could bring him around.
"Please give me a little time." Qingming was sweating from the anxiety. He'd thought up several excuses, but none of them held water.
Every second Qingming spent by Chen Ge's side was sheer torture. He looked at Chen Ge with a pitiful expression, hoping Chen Ge would show him some mercy. Instead, he saw Chen Ge open his livestream.
"Looks like the stream's been unblocked. Perfect." With millions of viewers watching, Chen Ge played the evidence again and "reconstructed" the whole incident.
Chen Ge had been a visitor who came alone to challenge the Haunted House at Virtual Future Park. Yet six employees who'd accompanied him had passed out, while he was still full of energy.
There was something strange about the whole thing, but from any angle, Chen Ge should have been the one who'd suffered.
He'd challenged their Haunted House alone, on their turf. He'd been completely at their mercy; resisting would have been impossible.
But reality was just that bizarre. Employees from Virtual Future Park had visited Chen Ge's Haunted House, and the Haunted House's longtime fans had even started betting on how many visitors would faint this time.
The next day, the roles were reversed. Chen Ge visited the Haunted House at Virtual Future Park, and the viewers were betting on what he'd look like after getting scared. Who could have guessed the final result would be a whole group of actors getting knocked out?
The Haunted House's longtime fans had learned their lesson. It didn't matter whose Haunted House Chen Ge entered—someone was bound to pass out. It