He Really Knew How to Have Fun!

Everyone watched Ye Jin casually scan the code, their heads spinning.

Where was the heroic, invincible, peerless top extreme sports athlete from just now?!

He was scanning a code?

For a little electric scooter?

Could this get any more ridiculous?

There were luxury cars parked all along the roadside, yet he ignored them and scanned a code to ride an electric scooter.

Was there something wrong with his brain, or was their understanding of the world wrong?

Everyone in the world had disappeared.

Yet he was still living by the rules.

Wasn't he tired?

If they could, they really wanted to pry his head open and see what on earth he was thinking.

They had never seen anyone like him!

If not for Ye Jin's outstanding performance, they would have thought him a fool.

It completely turned their understanding of the world upside down!

A world-class racing driver and extreme sports athlete was driving a Wuling Hongguang and riding an electric scooter.

Anyone who heard that would think it a fairy tale. No one would believe it.

But that was exactly what had happened.

And there was nothing incongruous about it.

At that thought, something suddenly occurred to them.

The Wuling Hongguang?

Right, where was the Wuling Hongguang? Hadn't he driven it up the mountain just now? After Ye Jin jumped down from the mountain... it should still be up there!

They suddenly understood the somewhat bewildered look Ye Jin had given the summit from the foot of the mountain. He had forgotten his car.

They felt both sad and amused.

What a mess he had made.

He had only just gotten the car and taken it for one run, only to turn around and lose it.

Ye Jin twisted the electric scooter's throttle all the way down and "sped" back at forty kilometers an hour. It would take at least another half hour.

Everyone had grown used to watching him race along at over two hundred kilometers an hour. Now, watching him travel at a mere forty, they couldn't help feeling something was off.

The comments section grew quiet.

Only the occasional bullet comment drifted past.

"Forty kilometers an hour? That's way too slow! Can't he speed up a little? Get it up to a hundred."

"What is the person above thinking? You want the horse to run but won't feed it grass. Just look at how that Wuling Hongguang was equipped! No matter how beat-up it was, it still ran on gas, and its engine had been modified."

"Forty kilometers an hour just isn't satisfying! I want to see a Ferrari racing. Why is he so stubborn? Everyone in the world has disappeared anyway, so everything belongs to him now."

"Doesn't this just show how outstanding and honest the people of our Nine Domains Nation are by nature? We don't take ill-gotten gains."

"Leaving our doors unbolted and not pocketing lost items found on the road are fine cultural traditions of our Nine Domains Nation. God Ye resisted the temptation in his heart and managed to do just that. For that alone, I'm cheering him on!"

Viewers from the Nine Domains Nation flooded the comments section, bringing glory to their nation.

People from other countries wanted to argue back, but couldn't find a single point to base an argument on.

Ye Jin was simply too outstanding, like a brilliant sun sweeping across the heavens.

They really wanted to grab the production crew by the throat and ask them:

What the fuck happened to the promised random selection?

You picked randomly, and this was who you got?

With Ye Jin here, the others could hardly show their faces.

Damn it, just the things he had shown so far were already enough to crush the other contestants.

This was practically cheating!

They even wanted to join forces and suggest that the production crew replace Ye Jin.

But when they thought of their earlier protests, which the production crew hadn't even bothered to answer no matter how much they made a fuss, the thought gradually faded.

In their hearts, they cursed the production crew's mothers dozens of times.

What they didn't know was that even if the production crew knew they had done these stupid things, they wouldn't want to explain themselves.

They were just a bunch of trash.

What right did they have to demand an explanation, or even hear one?

And they wanted to replace someone? Who did they think they were?

Did they think they could just demand a replacement and get one?

What did their displeasure have to do with the crew? A bunch of fucking idiots with nothing better to do!

If they wanted an explanation, they could go home and listen to their mothers explain!

Although the crew had other concerns, those were internal disputes. Outsiders had no right even to hear about them, much less interfere.

That was how things were. What could they do about it?

Everyone watched Ye Jin ride the electric scooter back to the hotel and felt there was hardly anything worth watching anymore.

They had grown used to a fast-paced, high-stimulation life.

When it suddenly slowed down, they couldn't quite adjust.

But they couldn't bear to look away, afraid that an explosive event might happen at any moment and, if they weren't watching the livestream, they would miss the best part.

After watching for more than ten minutes, things were still the same.

The host also felt that it was a little awkward.

So Brian hurriedly stepped forward.

"Hello, viewers. We just saw an incredibly spectacular performance from Ye Jin, the contestant from the Nine Domains Nation."

"We've invited Professor Chase, an expert in human behavior from Harvard University, to join us in the livestream room and explain Ye Jin's extraordinary performance."

"Professor Chase is conducting some theoretical analysis. Please wait a moment."

"While we still have some time, let's take a look at the other contestants. What have they been doing?"

All eight contestants were being observed simultaneously.

Ye Jin currently occupied the largest screen, but several smaller screens were also showing what the others were doing.

Brian switched the camera to his room. After looking around, he stared in astonishment.

"What we're seeing now is Andrew from Sea Eagle Country. Let's take a look at his hotel room. Oh, my god, what am I seeing?"

"Andrew's room is actually filled with guns of every kind. What's that piled up in such a dense mountain? It looks like ammunition. Good heavens, how many gun stores did he clear out?"

Brian was utterly shocked as well.

Before, Andrew had only been shown on a small screen, and they hadn't switched cameras.

Now that the camera had switched over, it was practically a dazzling gun exhibition.

Because everything had been replicated at its original scale,

there were many gun stores in the city where he was.

Who would have thought that in just a few hours, Andrew had already hauled back the vast majority of the guns?

He was really afraid of running into danger!

There were enough guns here to fight a local war.

Suddenly, Andrew did something they hadn't expected.

"What is Andrew going to do?"

"I think I have an idea, but isn't this a bit much?"

Andrew loaded magazines into more than a dozen light machine guns, secured them, and lined them up facing the windows outside.

A string was attached to the trigger of each light machine gun, and all the strings came together in Andrew's hand.

"Die!"

"All of you, die!"

"You dared to abandon me? The whole world will be buried with me!"

Andrew's face twisted as he screamed madly.

He pulled hard on the strings in his hand.

As his hand tugged them, more than a dozen light machine guns spat wicked flames, hundreds of bullets bursting from their muzzles every second with a deafening roar.

The windows of the building opposite were instantly turned into sieves by the machine guns. Countless panes shattered, and fragments of furniture flew inside.

He vented his fury for several minutes.

The floor was already covered in a thick layer of spent casings, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

Everyone was so astonished by this burst of destruction that they were speechless.

This... he really knew how to have fun!

It was the first time they had seen anyone do anything like that.

Immediately afterward, Andrew drove out again in a military jeep.

"Where is Andrew going? He isn't heading out to haul back more guns, is he?"

Ailiya looked in the direction he had gone, puzzled.

Then she searched the map and turned pale with shock.

"Oh, my god, he seems to be heading for the city's military base on the map. Good heavens, I have a bad feeling about this."

Ailiya felt like crying but had no tears. Andrew was from the same country as her.

But she had never seen anyone cause so much havoc.

With all that energy, couldn't he do something else? Did he have to make such a huge commotion?

Was there something wrong with him?!?!

Why had they picked someone like him?!