Wusu closed his eyes briefly, unable to bear watching, and reminded them, "Everyone from Hold Up the Heavens, everything you're doing right now is being broadcast around the world by the Withered Glory Theatre."
The implication was: perhaps mind your image?
The six froze with their fists in midair, looking at Wusu with slightly dazed, innocent expressions.
Really?
Wusu nodded gravely. Really.
Just as Narrator thought the six would stop and get up to straighten their clothes, a Mo Dao slashed diagonally down.
Lou Guanshan launched the first attack. "You actually exposed us right under the enemy's nose. That alone deserves death!"
The six piled in for another round of punches, all but taking off their shoes to smack him with them.
Narrator let out a string of heart-rending, crackling, bizarre, anime-style screams.
Wan Lan was consumed with fury. "You screwed us over, you bastard! Turn it off!"
The smile vanished from Su Wuwei's lips. "You actually made entertainment out of me. Withered Glory Theatre, I'll remember this."
Mu Bingge drew her whip. "Shut down the livestream if you don't want to die."
Kou Ying's Dark Shadow stirred, itching to stab the other party to death. "I don't particularly want to be on camera. You're filming us without permission."
Ye Buyu grabbed Narrator by the neck and shook him hard. "To hell with your Leading Actors! You're making enemies for us!"
The viewers, who had expected them to restrain themselves, were utterly bewildered. They had imagined they might become stiff, avoid the camera, or be at a loss, but never had they expected them to erupt into violence.
They had still underestimated them.
Beating the Withered Glory Theatre's Narrator senseless in front of the entire world-was that something a human could do?
Throughout the group beating, Narrator persisted in finishing