Stranger

Shi Mu had opened a livestream for once. On camera, the youthful yet slightly mature-looking young man's tousled hair fell just over his eyes.

His features gave him a roguish air, and the tear mole at the corner of his eye was perfectly placed, growing more conspicuous as his eyes tilted upward.

For the past few days, everyone had been waiting to laugh at GOD. As its captain, he had to come out and tell everyone that GOD wasn't "dead" yet.

Brother Qian had asked him to do it, but he had also volunteered.

"Husband, you actually started a livestream? Oh my god, I got to see Time stream in this lifetime. I can die without regrets."

"I missed you so much, husband!!! You're so handsome! Licking my screen!"

"Did the team drag you out to take the heat? My God Mu has it so rough."

"Isn't GOD the team with that delinquent girl who beat someone up? It hasn't collapsed yet? Netizens these days are slacking."

"Are you a mad dog biting people at random? What does that have to do with our God Mu?"

Shi Mu ignored the comments. "Mods, kick them out."

The next second, he invited Wu Jin into his party and immediately started a game.

"How does Jin still have the nerve to show herself? Why don't you go hide in an underpass and be a rat?"

"Time, don't be an idiot and let her drag you down."

"Even a hero can't resist a beauty. Your God Mu is a shallow man too."

Shi Mu preselected Yamei, tilted his head slightly, and said softly, "Can you jungle this round?"

Wu Jin couldn't see the comments on Shi Mu's stream. Even if she had, she wouldn't have been bothered. As far as she was concerned, she didn't have to care about anything that didn't touch her reverse scale.

Wu Jin nodded and picked a jungler she knew well. As the saying went, anyone who could play top lane could jungle to some extent.

Wu Jin was just like that. Though she wasn't as good at jungling as she was at top lane, she had her own understanding and mechanics.

With Yamei riding on Ghost's head, they had already picked up four assists in just six minutes. Wu Jin had excellent jungle awareness; Shi Mu only had to offer a few pointers now and then for her to grasp them.

He propped his chin on his right hand and suddenly thought Wu Jin could make a good jungler too.

The phone to her right suddenly rang. Wu Jin glanced at it and answered.

In those few seconds, the girl's distant, indifferent face darkened visibly.

Without saying a word, Wu Jin got to her feet and headed for the front door, not even stopping to worry that the game wasn't over.

The GOD players were all baffled.

Shi Mu took off his headset, chased after her, and caught her arm. "What happened? I'll drive you."

Realizing something serious had happened, Clear hurried over to Shi Mu's seat, said goodbye to the fans in the stream, and hastily shut it down.

Wu Jin's eyes were red, and her throat was so choked up that she couldn't get a complete sentence out.

Shi Mu's heart clenched hard, and the lines of his face tightened.

"The hospital..."

Hearing those two words, Shi Mu looped a scarf around Wu Jin's neck. "I'll get the car."

Wantonly strode over to Wu Jin.

"Little A Jin, what happened? Oh, your eyes are all red. Don't cry. What happened? I'll stand up for you!"

Once the whole villa had fallen quiet, bin slowly removed his headset and took a leisurely sip of his drink. Looking at the tightly shut front door, he was in an especially good mood.

Unable to wait for the elevator, Wu Jin raced up the stairs floor by floor like a madwoman. She pushed open the stairwell door and sprinted toward her grandmother's ward.

Half an hour earlier, a group of reporters in disguise had suddenly sneaked into the hospital. Somehow, they had found Grandma Wu's ward.

They opened the door, pulled cameras and microphones from their bags, and crowded tightly around Grandma Wu's bed.

At a loss, the old woman listened as these strange people called Wu Jin an assailant. Her heart ached, and her breathing grew increasingly difficult.

Camera flashes went off incessantly before her eyes, and the clamor around her grew louder and louder. Grandma Wu struggled to breathe.

When the nurses discovered what was happening, they immediately had security throw the group out of the ward, then called Wu Jin.

Some reporters still refused to give up and leave. When they saw Wu Jin in the corridor, they even tried to stop her.

Shi Mu followed behind Wu Jin and gave the reporter a cold look. The reporter's skin crawled under his gaze, and he withdrew his hand.

Time was always smiling and laughing...

Wantonly and Clear followed close behind. Catching sight of the people nearby, they stopped in their tracks and walked over to them.

"Looks like you're asking for a beating. Do you fuckers have any heart, causing trouble in a hospital?"

"That's right. A bunch of fucking black-hearted reporters. Can you sleep at night with such rotten consciences?"

"Tell us how you found this place!"

Wu Jin pushed open the ward door and saw her grandmother lying there weakly with a breathing tube inserted. The doctor stood beside her, frowning deeply. The situation didn't look good.

Grandma Wu already had a lung condition, and the emotional shock had made it considerably worse. For now, they could only wait for her to wake up before arranging the next stage of treatment.

After hearing the doctor out, Wu Jin felt all the strength drain from her body, and her legs went a little weak.

Shi Mu stepped forward to steady Wu Jin. The girl's face was pale, her eyes were numb, and her lips trembled nonstop.

Clear and Wantonly came in from outside the ward, brushing past the doctor.

"I just asked them. They said they got an anonymous email saying Wu Jin was hiding a secret in the hospital, so they came over."

Wu Jin bit her lip, walked to the bedside one step at a time, and crouched down to take her grandmother's hand.

The old woman's hand was icy cold. She must have ignored Wu Jin and spent all day playing on her phone.

The girl clasped the aged hand on the bed in both of hers, holding on to the last line of defense in her heart, trying to warm it.

The phone in Shi Mu's pocket kept vibrating. He stepped out of the ward and answered it.

"Hello, I found out for you. That person hired a foreign hacker to find the video and post it using a foreign IP address, and the employer's IP..."

The voice on the other end grew quieter and quieter, a little hesitant. After all, he didn't know whether revealing it would affect their team.

"Just say it."

"The employer's IP is right there at your club. His name is Chen Bin."

"Then, while I was at it, I found out he sent an anonymous email to every entertainment company today."

"And what's more, he actually..."

Shi Mu's eyes went cold in an instant. He said "Okay" and hung up.

The ward was quiet enough, and the voice on the phone had been neither loud nor soft. Shi Mu turned around to find Wu Jin standing in the doorway, staring straight at him.

She had heard it.

Chen Bin.

Almost instantly, Wu Jin ran off.

"A-Jin!"

Shi Mu's gaze sharpened, and he chased after her.

The two in the ward had heard it too. Clear's face darkened as he told Wantonly to look after Grandma Wu, then immediately ran out.

Wantonly: I want to go too!

Wu Jin flagged down a taxi, quickly climbed in, and gave the driver the address, asking him to drive as fast as he could.

The middle-aged driver saw that the girl in the back seat looked terrible and was speaking quickly and breathlessly. Guessing she had something urgent to attend to, he stepped hard on the gas without hesitation and shot off.

Shi Mu followed in his car. In the dark of the night, a layer of icy mist seemed to settle over his long, narrow eyes, and his cold expression made him seem like a stranger.

Clear had never seen Shi Mu look like that. In the past, no matter how much trouble Clear caused, Shi Mu would only narrow his eyes and smile.

But the Shi Mu before him now radiated a viciousness that frightened even Clear, a blond punk who used to fight and run with street gangs.

Clear took out his phone and looked through it, then suddenly started. "Brother Mu, that dumbf*ck Chen Bin is livestreaming!"

Shi Mu accelerated. His expression couldn't be seen clearly in the dim car. "Send A-Jin a message."

"Okay, right away."

Wu Jin opened the villa's front door with a bang. Bin was still leisurely flirting with the young woman who was his top supporter.

He turned his head and glanced over in confusion. Seeing Wu Jin, he was a little puzzled, but mindful that he was livestreaming, he still put on a show.

"Jin, you're back."

Looking at the man putting on an act before her, Wu Jin's face went cold. She snatched the mouse from his hand and shut down the stream.

With his stream shut down, bin stopped pretending altogether and flew into a rage.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, a solid punch landed on the right side of his face, leaving his head spinning. Wu Jin seized him by the collar, hauled him up, and slammed him to the floor.

Shi Mu and Clear walked into the villa and saw the scene, their temples throbbing.

"You're a fucking piece of work, Chen Bin. We're on the same team, and you pulled something this dirty behind our backs?"