Can't you be generous and let me touch?!

After being shut down repeatedly, Lu Yuanhang no longer dared to speak so freely.

Before he went on the variety show, his manager had warned him over and over, "The livestream viewers aren't Mr. Lu. They aren't that easy to fool. If you give yourself away, they'll tear you apart."

Although he had dismissed the warning, he knew that playing the victim too much on camera could backfire, so he chose to hold back for now.

There was no hurry, anyway. Anyone who offended him would get what was coming to them sooner or later!

At that thought, Lu Yuanhang shot Luo Xiaohong a resentful glare, then stood off to the side, looking pitiful and hesitant.

By then, the staff had finished checking the suitcases belonging to veteran action star Shi Huayi and Zhou Nan.

Their belongings were simple, so the checks hadn't taken much effort or done anything to boost the ratings.

The only one left was Yuan Feng, the young idol who had debuted through a talent competition and recently shot to fame thanks to a web drama.

"Please open your suitcase." Seeing that he still hadn't moved, a staff member reminded him.

An odd expression flickered across his sunny, handsome face before his lips curved into a dazzling smile. "It's just some clothes. Nothing important. There's no need to check, right?"

"If you really have to check, I'll hand everything over now."

"Then we won't need to open it..."

At this, the fans in the livestream all reached for their keyboards.

[No way, no way. Why does Feng look so guilty? What exactly is he hiding in that suitcase? The more he acts like this, the more curious I get!]

[Please! Feng is so innocent. Don't let this be a scandal! Otherwise, my life will be plunged into darkness! I'll never love again!]

[Stop spreading baseless rumors. I believe in Feng! Do you know how hard it is to debut through a talent competition? Especially in such a terrible environment overseas! It's a miracle he's still so cheerful and bright! Nobody gets to slander him!]

[...]

While the comments kept arguing, Yuan Feng was pressing down on his suitcase.

He was so strong that several staff members couldn't get it open.

And so they remained locked in a bizarre stalemate.

Jian Li, the only one who knew the plot of this half-baked story, slowly curled his lips.

Of course this guy didn't dare open his suitcase.

His character setup was just as unusual as Luo Xiaohong's.

He was a trainee with a Mobile Task Force, participating in the variety show as an undercover agent.

Once he found evidence of crimes committed by one of the entertainment industry's financial backers, he could smoothly become a full-fledged member.

And inside his suitcase was the work ID he had packed out of habit.

Once it appeared on camera,

his undercover mission would be a complete failure.

It was already too late to remember that now...

"Fuck it! Here goes!"

The sudden growl interrupted Jian Li's recollection of the plot.

He glanced over and saw Yuan Feng abruptly shake off the staff, scoop up his suitcase, and take off running.

He was fast enough to rival a hundred-meter hurdler.

No one there had time to react. Even the cameraman froze, forgetting to chase him until the director's roar came through his earpiece.

"What are you standing around for? Get Yuan Feng back here!"

"Breaking the rules when we've only just started filming?! How much does he want to pay in damages?!"

"Once you catch him, I'll make him strip naked and parade him through the streets!"

"Aaaaaah-"

The director gripped his walkie-talkie, trembling with rage.

He knew that all this season's guests had been shoehorned into the show through strange arrangements, and he had prepared himself for them to be difficult.

But he had never imagined they would be this difficult.

One kept sniveling.

One was ready to kill and rob.

One dissed people the moment he opened his mouth.

And now another was running all over the island with his suitcase...

Maybe they should rename Lone Warrior to Weirdos Talk?

Not a single one of them was normal!

Yuan Feng had probably been an athletics student. He excelled at sprints, distance running, and obstacle courses alike, leaving everyone far behind. After making a circuit of the area, he returned to his original spot without even breathing hard.

Standing there, he opened his suitcase in one smooth, flowing motion. "You can check now."

He was so casual and forthcoming that it was as though nothing had happened.

The exhausted staff and cameraman: ...Ha. Finished disposing of the evidence already?!

Seeing their suspicious, hostile looks, Yuan Feng flashed a handsome smile and pulled off his shirt without another word. "Don't worry, I'm not hiding anything. If taking off my shirt doesn't prove it, I can take off my pants too..."

Perhaps because he had just finished running, a fine sheen of sweat coated his muscles, making the lines of his torso look even smoother and more perfect. The V-lines at his hips were almost on full display. He was practically male hormones on legs.

[Holy shit! Someone get me a tissue. My nose is bleeding! Isn't he a saint sent to bless us?! Keep stripping! Don't stop!]

[I knew Yuan Feng had a great body, but I never imagined it was this good. How long did he have to train for that? Can't you be generous and let me touch?!]

[Whatever he hid in that suitcase, he's already given us this treat. I'll forgive him for anything!]

[The production team planned this, didn't they? I suspect the director has ulterior motives! What can I say? It works on me. Please give us more of those ulterior motives!]

The climbing viewer count cooled the director's temper considerably. He picked up his walkie-talkie and said, "The luggage inspection is over. Start assigning rooms."

The guests began walking farther into the island.

Jian Li drifted closer to Yuan Feng as if by chance, his lips curving. "Stomach upset? Eat something bad?"

The other man's hand immediately dropped from his stomach, and his voice sounded a little nervous. "N-no!"

Yuan Feng looked over guiltily.

You're actually pretty nice, worrying about me like that.

At his reaction, Jian Li's smile deepened. He was just about to speak when a sinister voice sounded beside him.

"Flirting with someone else behind my brother's back? You're disgusting!"

Jian Li didn't need to think to know which idiot was asking for trouble. He couldn't even be bothered to roll his eyes, but someone beside him was more worked up than he was. "I think you're the disgusting one."

"What?" Lu Yuanhang asked in surprise, wondering if he had misheard.

Wasn't Yuan Feng an artist under Lu Siqi's company?

He should be on my side.

Why was he speaking up for Jian Li?!

"I said, you're the most disgusting one!" Yuan Feng turned around, ignoring the cameraman beside them, his face utterly serious. "Even I can't stomach those ancient lines. Urgh-"

As he spoke, he hurriedly covered his mouth, genuinely afraid he might throw something up.

The livestream comments erupted, especially the paid trolls Lu Siqi had hired.

[Yuan Feng actually called our precious Yuanhang disgusting?! That's going too far!]

[Why are they all targeting Yuanhang? Is someone putting them up to this? They must have been paid, right?]

[Exactly. Lu Siqi is Jian Li's sugar daddy, so it's natural for Jian Li to be jealous of Yuanhang. But don't team up with other people to drag him down. Yuanhang is innocent!]

[You keep fucking bringing up this sugar daddy crap. What, did you see it with your own eyes?]

[...]

Before the comments could finish arguing, Yuan Feng covered his mouth and mumbled, "Going on ahead. Gonna puke!"

Before he had even finished speaking, he dragged his suitcase away and quickly vanished from the camera's view.

If he waited any longer, he really might throw up his work ID...