Brother Leg's Got Street Cred

Zhang Wei and Brother Hu, who's known for his live-streaming skills, are having a fight, while his sidekick is live-streaming it on his phone.

They were playing intensely, but the live stream chat was instantly flooded with comments.

"Go Brother Hu! Pull down his pants, I want to see Zhang Wei's big ass."

"Brother Hu Bro is amazing! While others stream adventures, he streams gay stuff. How exciting!"

"The streamer is really something! My mom asked me why I was watching the live stream with headphones on. No doubt about it, I'm giving her ten little red flowers and asking her to pat my bottom."

"Zhang Wei is about to admit defeat. He's calling for Brother Leg. Is Brother Leg there?"

A huge wave of comments followed. "Brother Leg, are you there? Help this poor kid!"

Yang Jian watched the two of them rolling on the ground as if they were perverts. If they weren't acquaintances, he felt that trying to break up the fight would be extremely shameful. However, seeing Zhang Wei's disadvantageous position, he couldn't just ignore it.

"Brother Leg, help me! Quick, help me!" Zhang Wei yelled in pain, "This guy grabbed my...!"

Yang Jian walked over; "You're arresting him too?"

"I tried to catch him, but I couldn't," Zhang Wei said.

The live stream chat exploded again upon hearing this.

"Haha, can't catch him, Brother Hu, you little brat?"

"I defeated Zhang Wei, but I lost my dignity as a man."

"That's so hurtful, that's a critical hit."

Yang Jian stepped in to break up the fight, finally managing to separate Brother Hu was tightly embracing Zhang Wei: "That's enough. If you keep going like this, don't blame me for bullying you."

"Mind your own business, you son of a bitch! Get the hell out of my way! I'm going to beat this bastard to death! He dared to kick my ass! I'll fight you to the death!" After pulling them apart, Brother Hu pushed Yang Jian, blushing, pounced on him again.

"Who told you to film me taking a dump and then livestream it online? I'm not letting this go, Brother Leg, let's go get this guy and cripple him."

Zhang Wei hurriedly got up and stood next to Yang Jian, looking fearless.

"Who's afraid of who?"

Brother Hu's temper flared. He looked around, picked up a heavy old wooden stick from a nearby pile of discarded farm tools, and said into his phone, "Dude, no problem. Watch Brother Hu take on two dogs today, I'll beat them to a pulp. I'm telling Brother Hu now, I won't leave this house until they're begging for mercy on their knees."

"Brother Leg, huh? There are two of you, right? Today I'll break all your legs, Brother Leg."

"Damn, this guy's cheating, he's got a weapon!" Zhang Wei was startled and hurriedly looked around, but couldn't find anything.

I just pulled up two blades of grass from the ground, and they broke with a flick of my wrist.

"Friend, this is going too far. You were in the wrong. You slapped Zhang Wei's butt right in the live stream and didn't even apologize. You even got the upper hand in the fight. Even though Zhang Wei was the one who started it, I think you still have to give us an explanation. Otherwise, where will I put my face?" Yang Jian said seriously. "If you're going to continue, then I'm sorry."

I'm so sorry to your whole family.

Brother Hu cursed loudly and swung the stick at Yang Jian.

"Brother Leg, it's up to you now. He has weapons, I don't, so I can't help you much. Don't hold back, go all out, I'll cheer you on from behind."

Zhang Wei, who had been fighting alongside him, suddenly took several steps back and hid far away.

Yang Jian saw Zhang Wei's face darken. This wasn't asking him to help; it was clearly asking him to fight for him.

There's really nothing I can do!

"Bang!"

Without thinking twice, he pulled out a pistol, raised his hand, and fired a shot at the wooden stick in Brother Hu's hand.

The wooden stick exploded instantly, sending wood chips flying. Brother Hu was so shocked that he dropped the stick, and his ears rang as if he had suddenly gone deaf.

This sudden and unusual situation Brother Hu completely bewildered, standing frozen in place, unsure of what to do.

The assistant who was livestreaming nearby was also stunned.

"Damn it, my ears! I just turned the volume up to hear some weird noises they were making."

"Holy crap, Brother Leg has a gun! I'm not seeing things, am I? He actually has a gun, is it a real one?"

"The sawdust is flying everywhere, do you think it's the real thing?"

"Quick, 110! Someone's going to die! Someone's firing a gun!"

A barrage of comments flooded the live stream chat.

"Young people like you these days shouldn't be so hot-tempered, always shouting for war. It's not good. Can't you just listen to me quietly for a few minutes?" Yang Jian said.

It took Brother Hu a while to come to his senses.

His ears were still ringing, but at this moment he felt a burning pain on his face, from the wood chips that had hit his face and broken the skin, and a little blood was flowing out.

"You, you"

Seeing the pistol in Yang Jian's hand, Brother Hu realized the seriousness of the situation. His eyes widened in fear.

"What do you mean, 'you'? Want to fight again? Keep going. Your Brother Hu is pretty tough, isn't he? You call yourself a bro? No problem. Want me to teach you a lesson today?" Yang Jian, looking at him.

"No, no, no, Brother Leg, spare me, spare me!" Brother Hu was so scared he almost cried, and his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground.

Yang Jian didn't intend to do anything to him; he just wanted to scare him a little, to teach him a lesson, and to stop being so lawless and arrogant, thinking that just because he has some popularity on his online live stream, he can disregard everyone else.

"Spare me? That depends on my brother's decision." He smiled and tapped his face with his pistol.

"Brother Wei, spare me, spare my life!" Brother Hu pleaded again, his face contorted with grief.

The live stream was still running at this point, and the number of comments on the screen increased dramatically, becoming incredibly dense.

"Brother Hu has a stick, but Brother Leg has a gun; he's kicked a hornet's nest this time."

"Brother Leg is awesome and domineering, a real man, he'll pull out a gun at the drop of a hat."

"I thought he was just a bronze-level player, but I didn't expect him to be a king. I kneel down before Brother Leg. I'll offer incense to Brother Leg later and wish him a pleasant prison life."

Yang Jian noticed the phone that was still broadcasting live at this moment, and waved his hand. "Come here."

"I, I..." The little follower stammered, trembling with fear, unsure of what to do.

"Brother Leg's got his eye on you, cameraman, run!"

"What are you running for? Do you think you can outrun bullets? Hurry up and kneel down, kowtow, and admit your mistake. Don't forget to keep the live stream going!"

"Laughing as Brother Hu turns into Brother Gou, I'm the Brother Leg, ruthless and taciturn."

Yang Jian, "Stand over here, take out your phone, and point it at me. Yes, like this."

"I am the person in charge of Dachang City, the legendary Ghost Tamer, in charge of special cases in Dachang City, and I am currently at work."

"Is Brother Leg Ghost Tamer??"

"It's a lie, don't believe it."

"I have inside information: Brother Leg said is true. That's the standard satellite positioning phone for the person in charge. There's only one person in charge in a city, and their power is boundless. They can check your water meter in a minute. They're legendary figures. I never even see them normally. I never expected to actually meet a Ghost Tamer today. It was really worth it."