Bzz.
The phone rang.
Xiao Yu glanced at the caller ID and answered.
What had to come had finally come.
Today's livestream had merely been Xiao Yu deliberately thrusting himself into the eye of the storm.
"Boss Wei? Calling me at a time like this-don't tell me you're here to notify me that my livestream room is getting banned?"
"..."
There was silence on the other end.
"It's fine. Ban it, then. I know you're under pressure from above. Just tell me how long."
"At least a year... Master Xiao, I know you've been framed. One look is enough to tell this was a huge, premeditated scheme. So once you've dealt with the mastermind and settled this matter, I'll immediately find a way to lift your ban."
Xiao Yu smiled.
Beneath that unconcerned smile, he still couldn't conceal a trace of bleakness.
It was an emotion he had never experienced before.
As a master fortune-teller whose calculations never failed, he had actually been plotted against to this extent, yet had no way to strike back. This truly was a once-in-a-thousand-years occurrence.
"I already expected this. A real-life battle royale and all that had far too harmful an impact, especially since the participants all held high social standing, and someone even died... I'm just the scapegoat pushed out to give the public an answer."
"Ah, Master Xiao, I'm sorry. I really did everything I could, but the higher-ups said that if we didn't ban your livestream room, they'd shut down our platform... I truly have no choice."
The higher-ups wanted an answer, the public wanted a spectacle, and the victims wanted to vent and take revenge.
So, having failed to uncover the culprit over the past few days, Xiao Yu could only become the "expendable pawn everyone wanted to shove