"That's the end of the stream?"
Song Qingrong felt somewhat unsatisfied.
What a strong start and weak finish.
If anyone was to blame, it was Kim Jeong-tae.
He was too useless, digging his own grave.
Over a hundred million viewers had gathered in Master Xiao's livestream, and she had been looking forward to a massive uproar.
Some "cross-border cyberbullying" with overwhelming numbers.
Instead, the enemy had blown himself up at the crucial moment.
Master Xiao's side had barely done anything beyond making a phone call.
And then there was no more.
It was like...
They had originally planned to muster all their strength for a thoroughly satisfying fight.
But now, their side had only just raised their fists, without even throwing a punch.
Yet their opponent had already been knocked flat and was kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy.
Sure, they had gotten their revenge and vented their anger.
But... something still felt missing!
Watching the fans in the livestream egging Master Xiao on, asking him to take this opportunity to tell fortunes live and prove himself before the whole world.
Song Qingrong suddenly thought of someone.
Someone she might never find through her own efforts alone.
So she joined in, posting comments to egg him on.
"All right, since the fans are so enthusiastic, I'll tell some fortunes."
"Over half the viewers here aren't my fans yet. You've never visited my livestream or watched me tell fortunes."
"I'll take this opportunity to let the entire internet know that I, Xiao Yu, am not some undeserving charlatan scamming people out of their money."
"Even though I've been streaming for over two years and have proved myself countless times, I'll prove myself once again."
"But today, we won't do any gift-based draws."
"I'll just send out three one-yuan cash packets.