Upon hearing Ling Yi's words, the chat in the live stream disappeared. The viewers felt incredibly suppressed and angry, yet they didn't know how to vent their emotions.
Those with ulterior motives felt a chill run down their spines; they all knew this was a serious matter.
Some astute individuals have pointed out that if Ling Yi survives this ordeal, he will forever remain on the moral high ground, and even if any scandals are exposed in the future, ordinary people will likely no longer believe them.
The scoundrel was actually quite speechless. Was he giving a speech? What did he mean by "destroyed this land, shattered this sky"?
This is supposed to be a movie? Some lousy singer is playing a hero here?
He also saw the fat man who was live-streaming, and he saw Da Yu Shen calling the police.
But what's the point?
They were all wearing masks and hats, and dressed in matching clothes; no one knew who they were.
And those who know who they are might, after witnessing their methods, introduce more business opportunities to them in the future!
In this world, there is black and white; there is the bright and beautiful black, and there is the humble white.
These people are nothing but the purest form of darkness.
They didn't actually want to do this deal; the Ancient Country had almost zero tolerance for such things.
Moreover, they already have lives on their hands; if they are caught, they will surely die.
But there was no other way; the employer was offering far too much. Once they completed this deal and fled abroad, they could live a life free from want.
They had already planned their escape route before taking action, so it's safe to say this deal was foolproof.
But despite all their careful planning, these people overlooked one thing...
The ringleader sneered and Taunt, "Idiot!"
At the same time, he swung his sword and chopped it down on Ling Yi's head.
"When!"
A dull metallic clang rang out, but the expected scene did not occur.
Instead, the machete in his hand was bounced up due to the reaction force, almost slipping from his grasp.
He glanced at the machete, then at Ling Yi's unharmed forehead.
I'm starting to question the meaning of life.
What is this? Iron Head Kung Fu?
Unconvinced, he slashed at Ling Yi's neck.
"Bang!"
Still completely unharmed.
"Have you cut enough?" Ling Yi's icy voice rang out, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
The thug quickly took a few steps back and decisively said, "Damn it, we've run into a brick wall! Get out of here!"
It wasn't that the big scoundrel was cowardly; rather, he had seen similar terrifying beings before.
These kinds of people are harmless most of the time, but once they explode, even if they have a machete, a gun won't help them.
Everyone quickly got back into the van, started the engine, and prepared to leave.
But then, Ling Yi.
He positioned his arms in a strange bow shape, his feet on the Eight Trigrams) symbol, taking several meters in a single step, using force to drive speed, and speed to drive his body.
"Iron, mountain, damn it!" Ling Yi roared.
His strength instantly surged to its Pinnacle, and like a monster, he crashed into the side of the van with a loud bang.
The van was hit by the enormous force and flew sideways, rolling several times before landing diagonally on the opposite side of the road, about five or six meters away.
Ling Yi stretched his limbs and returned to Fatty Dong and the others, taking the phone from the dumbfounded Fatty Dong.
He looked at the camera, sneered, and said, "From now on, my rules are the only rules. The show is about to begin."
After saying that, Ling Yi turned off the live stream.
"Ding! Host has been detected to have entered a new stage (Prompt: Host has logged into the Slow Foot Livestreaming Platform!), would you like to sign in?"
Ling Yi was taken aback, but instinctively replied to the system in his mind, "Sign in!"
"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully checked in and received the reward of God Grade Script Editing Skills!"
A flood of information rushed into Ling Yi 'Ling Yi mind, making him realize for the first time that editing a script was far more complex than he had imagined, and that the script itself was far more important than he had thought.
But thinking about it, it makes sense. If the script wasn't important, the director could just take the novel and film it directly; why go through all this trouble?
Why do so many adapted novels differ from the original works to Duoduo?
Because novels offer limitless room for imagination, while film and television dramas tell you the story, the characters, and the sounds through concrete images and sounds, thus imposing much greater limitations.
Although this ability came a little too early, Ling Yi was very satisfied.
Seeing that Fatty Dong and the others were still in shock, especially the three of them looking at him with a hint of awe, Ling Yi was not surprised at all.
He had seen this kind of gaze many times in his previous life.
However, the way the three of them looked at this moment made Ling Yi feel quite gratified.
Fatty Dong was carrying a stool in one hand, Da Yu Shen was holding a wine bottle in each hand, and even Liu Yufei was holding a wine bottle in both hands.
Clearly, they wanted to go up and help, but it all ended too quickly.
"How was my acting just now?" Ling Yi asked with a smile.
"Uh, acting?" Da Yu Shen was the first to react, pointing with a wine bottle at the severely Shapeshifting van with an incredulous look.
"Was this also acting?"
" The Golden Bell Shield and Bajiquan aren't just for show. If I didn't have some skills, would I dare to go up there? Do you really think I'm a fool?" Ling Yi laughed.
"But what did you act in?" Da Yu Shen asked, puzzled.
Ling Yi realized that this Da Yu Shen was a bit thick-skinned; the fact that he could still ask such a question at this moment proved that his ability to accept things far exceeded that of others.
Fatty Dong said thoughtfully, "So, from the moment the live stream started, every word you said was purposeful?"
"Yes!" Ling Yi nodded.
Although Ling Yi is called Madman Ling, how could a brainless Madman become a big scoundrel?
Do you really think they're like those brainless villains in TV dramas, just grabbing a knife and going to chop people up?
His image Madman was mostly a performance he deliberately put on for others.
He's telling everyone, "If anyone messes with me, I'll fight them to the death. I'm fearless, I have nothing to lose. Come and try if you dare, I'll fight to the death."
These days, you can't get by without some brains.
"Even if these big shots hadn't shown up today, I would have found someone to pull off this. Their appearance today has saved me a lot of trouble!"
Liu Yufei asked curiously, "Why?"
"Too slow!" Ling Yi said slowly.
Seeing the three people's puzzled looks, Ling Yi didn't hide anything and explained, "The chaos in the entertainment industry has been something the higher-ups have wanted to address for a long time, but they need an opportunity."
"Those who try to manipulate the rules have crossed the line. Even without me, those in power will deal with them sooner or later."
"However, the resistance involved is probably greater than we imagined. This capital has already spread to all levels, and a change in one area can have far-reaching consequences, so it will be very troublesome to deal with, and naturally, it will be very slow."
All three were intelligent people, and upon hearing Ling Yi's words, they each seemed to be deep in thought.
My appearance was an opportunity, but it was only an opportunity.
"The purpose of today's performance is threefold: to force some hesitant people to make a decision, to label themselves, and to send a signal to those fools!"
The Da Yu Shen, "What signal?"
"This is my signal that I'm going to fight them to the death. After all, there are still some fools trying to control me through the rules. Now I'll completely extinguish their hopes."
The three of them gasped, their eyes filled with shock as they looked at Ling Yi.
"But what you're doing sounds a bit like you're forcing your way out of a position, which will leave a bad impression on the higher-ups," Fatty Dong said, frowning.
Ling Yi shrugged. There were many deeper meanings involved, but he couldn't say them; they had to figure them out for themselves.
Ling Yi glanced at the time; twenty minutes had passed. He couldn't help but sneer inwardly. Sure enough, these people's energy had already affected this level.
At this moment, the van finally started moving.
The ten people climbed out from under the windshield and, supporting each other, tried to escape to a safe distance.
" Ling Yi, they're about to escape!" Da Yu Shen warned.
Ling Yi was also surprised that these people were so lucky; not one of them died.
He grabbed a chopstick from the table, poured all his strength into it, and then flicked it away.
"Call out!"
A Air Breaking sound rang out, followed by a scream.
That chopstick pierced right through one of the men's knees.
"Whoever runs will die!" Ling Yi said coldly.
The ten thugs who had been struggling to escape stopped helplessly. They were terrified of Ling Yi. Ling Yi might not kill them, but he would definitely cripple them.
Looking at the chopsticks stuck in that unfortunate guy's knee, nobody wanted to get hit like that again.
Forty-five minutes later, three police cars finally arrived.
Ling Yi then raised his phone, turned on the recording function, and the camera specifically scanned the time displayed on the LED advertising screen in front of a restaurant before focusing on the police officers.
One of the police officers, who was around thirty years old, saw Ling Yi recording the video and walked over with a gloomy expression.
"Police officers are on duty, no recording allowed. Delete the video. Also, all of you, come with me."
Ling Yi looked at Da Yu Shen and asked, "Has it been forty-five minutes?"
"Yes, forty-five minutes!" Da Yu Shen; he knew what Ling Yi was asking.
The police officer immediately understood what Ling Yi and the others meant and reached out to snatch Ling Yi's phone, but at that moment, Ling Yi's gaze was fixed on him.
"Right now, the entire internet is focused on this matter. You're just cannon fodder. The people who brought you here at this time are just trying to make you take the blame. Don't push your luck!" Ling Yi said slowly.
The man didn't speak.
Ling Yi had already put away his phone, called to Fatty Dong and the others, and strode away.
In the end, he said nothing, nor did he stop Ling Yi and the others from leaving.
Ling Yi and the others were indeed involved, but he didn't dare take Ling Yi away at this moment.
Just as Ling Yi said, the whole internet is paying attention to this matter. Once Ling Yi is arrested, the people who have nowhere to vent their anger will transfer all their anger onto him.
In Fatty Dong's car, Ling Yi received a call from Lin Hai, the current chairman of the Slow Foot Platform.
"Chairman Ling, this is Lin Hai from the Slow Foot Platform."
"I won't get involved in company affairs for the time being. You'll still be in charge of company matters for now, and your shareholding percentage will remain unchanged. You just need to understand one thing: the Slow Foot Platform now belongs to me Ling Yi!"
"Understood!" Lin Hai was annoyed by Ling Yi's tone. After all, he was used to being in a high position and had heard too much flattery. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to him in such a tone.
But Lin Hai knew that he had to put up with it, even if he was unhappy, and he would have to get used to it in the future. Otherwise, Ling Yi would have every right to kick him out of the Slow Foot.
I got home after 9 p. m.
At this time, negative information about Du Pengfeng had already surfaced online.