Onstage, Ye Chen sang the final line with a smile: "The moonlight is fished up~ blurring the ending~ like timeless blue and white porcelain, beautiful all on its own~ your eyes carry a smile~~~ I want to say thank you~~~ Thank you, everyone~~~"
After the cheers and screams died down.
The fans beside Wang Jian, still immersed in Ye Chen's singing, finally noticed Wang Jian's agonized cries.
They saw Wang Jian holding a laser pointer, clutching his eyes and howling in pain.
Ye Chen's loyal fans instantly understood what had happened.
They had long seen videos of other singers getting their eyes injured by black fans using laser pointers during concerts.
They never expected to witness something like this themselves today. No wonder they had seemed to see green dots on Ye Chen's face earlier, and the corners of his eyes had turned red.
But heaven had opened its eyes today!
This black fan must have injured his own eyes and exposed himself.
Served him right—evil deeds brought evil retribution! It would be best if he went blind!
The moment Ye Chen's loyal fans saw this, they flew into a rage. They did not care that Wang Jian was still wailing. Anyone who dared hurt Ye Chen deserved to die!
A group of loyal fans swarmed over and gave Wang Jian a brutal beating, wishing they could gouge out his eyeballs and shove the laser pointer into them.
As they beat him, the fans cursed him.
"You piece of shit! How dare you hurt Ye Chen? If you affected this concert, I'll kill you!"
"I was wondering why the corners of Ye Chen's eyes were red. So it was you, you beast! You dared hurt my Ye Chen—I'll beat you to death!"
"If you don't like him, then don't come!