Xiao Yu sighed softly.
There were actually far too many things like this online.
Influencers, celebrities-plenty of people had done this sort of thing.
Filing lawsuits, posting videos, insulting others, playing the victim, and so on.
Ultimately, it was all about riding someone's popularity for traffic and attention.
But back home, anyone who dared ride Xiao Yu's popularity had long since been put in their place by him. After he became truly famous, nobody dared casually use him for traffic anymore.
His fans alone could make life hell for those scheming lowlifes.
But this was abroad.
Nobody believed in fortune-telling, and this was South Korea, which already hated Huaxia.
It was hardly surprising that things had blown up this much.
Now, after Xiao Yu watched this blood-pressure-raising video...
He suddenly realized, Wait, aren't I the one being cyberbullied here?
Xiao Yu had clearly done nothing, yet out of nowhere, more than half of South Korea's internet users were hurling abuse at him.
They were branding him with the most vicious names.
For example.
"Master Xiao, my ass. How does a disgusting fucking scammer like him have the nerve to call himself Master Xiao? How can something like this have over a hundred million followers? What kind of brainless trash with twisted values are these people in Huaxia?"
Or this.
"He's a fucking scammer, but he still has over a hundred million followers. He's even called a god, someone beyond even the biggest superstars. Yet not only did he screw that man over, he's determined to crush him completely. He's so disgusting it makes me want to puke."
And this.
"He's already a single father. His life is miserable enough, but you still won't let go. Will you only stop once you've driven him to jump off a building or into