Good Heavens

Clear rolled up his sleeves, walked over to bin, and drove a fist straight at his face.

A flash passed through Shi Mu's eyes, and he caught Clear's hand.

The livestream had suddenly been shut off, and by Wu Jin, who was suspected of bullying bin at work. Fans immediately kicked up a storm, flooding vb with comments and pushing the topic up the trending searches.

"Someone come save bin! It looks like Jin's about to hit him!"

"Oh my god, that look in Jin's eyes. I study psychology, and her expression and behavior show she's on the verge of snapping and has violent tendencies."

"She hit someone outside, and now she wants to hit her teammate too? GOD, aren't you going to do anything?"

"I'm calling the police. Baby bin, please don't let anything happen to you!"

"Right, I'm calling the police too!"

Bin collapsed to the floor, blood seeping from the broken skin at the corner of his mouth. He burst out laughing, looking almost like a madman.

"Go on, hit me! If you hit me, can you still compete?"

Active professional players were expressly forbidden from getting into fights.

Shi Mu shielded Wu Jin behind him.

"Doing this, do you not want to compete anymore?"

Shi Mu's voice was cold, and the look he gave bin carried authority without anger.

A flicker of surprise crossed bin's eyes. Had Shi Mu guessed he was the one who did it?

Then he gave a cold sneer and climbed to his feet, staring straight at Shi Mu without a trace of fear. Even if Shi Mu had guessed it was him, it was no use.

There was no evidence!

Wu Jin was a different story, though. The injuries on his face were enough to keep Wu Jin from competing.

Bin looked venomously at Wu Jin behind Shi Mu and curled his lips into a smile.

"How's your grandma? I'm worried about her too."

"You hit me without a word. When the time comes, I'll go to the organizers and ask them to settle this."

The moment Wu Jin heard him mention Grandma, she lost her reason. He still had the nerve to mention Grandma.

Grandma Wu was Wu Jin's reverse scale. The moment someone touched it, Wu Jin would lose her reason and fly into a rage.

She usually didn't care how others attacked or smeared her, but hurting her grandma was another matter.

Grandma was the only family she'd had for over a decade.

Thinking of Grandma's frail appearance in her hospital bed, Wu Jin clenched her fists.

Wu Jin pushed Shi Mu's hand away, rushed forward, and kicked bin in the stomach. Grabbing his hair, she struck him with punch after punch, heedless of everything.

"A-Jin!"

"Little sis, calm down!"

Wu Jin knocked Shi Mu aside with the force of her charge, but he hurried to restrain her again.

If she kept beating him like this, someone would die. Although someone like bin deserved whatever happened to him, if Wu Jin really kept going, she'd be giving him exactly what he wanted.

Brother Qian and Coach Ming were handling public relations at company headquarters. As soon as they got Shi Mu's message, they sped back to the base.

The moment they opened the door, they saw Shi Mu and Clear holding Wu Jin back. Bin had already been beaten black and blue, but he was still taunting her.

Wu Jin's eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot, and she stared fixedly at bin.

"Good heavens, please don't let this be real."

Brother Qian felt his legs go weak.

For the first time, Clear realized that a girl like Wu Jin could be so strong, like a bull.

If he hadn't been stopping her together with Shi Mu, he definitely wouldn't have been able to hold her back.

Something this serious had happened at the base, yet Brother Qian, the manager, hadn't arrived in time. He pressed a hand to his forehead, his head aching.

In the office, bin sat on the couch.

Shi Mu had taken Wu Jin to the hospital and come back.

Bin sat on the couch and touched his wound with a hiss, putting on a frail act.

Shi Mu swept a cold glance over him and narrowed his eyes. "Still going to keep pretending?"

"What am I pretending about? Captain, look at my face. Jin didn't hold back at all!"

There was a note of complaint in bin's voice as he looked pitifully at Brother Qian and Coach Ming.

Coach Ming still didn't know what had happened and felt a little sympathy. No matter what, hitting someone was wrong. "This really was Wu Jin's..."

"Chen Bin, cut the ** act. We've already found out you were the one who exposed that dirt on Wu Jin. Couldn't you just play your games properly? Why do you always have to go so far?!"

Brother Qian could bear it no longer and slammed his hand hard on the desk.

"You got someone to post dirt on Wu Jin and gave her family's address to the media, making the old lady's condition worse. Are those things a human being could do?"

He was a beast!

Bin sneered. "I did it? Where's the evidence? You've got nothing but words, and you want to splash dirty water on me, is that it?"

"Chen Bin, you don't dare admit it now? You dared to do it, so why not? I don't want to put this any more harshly. Terminate your contract and leave the team yourself."

Brother Qian was mentally and physically exhausted. The playoffs were only days away, yet so many things had gone wrong on the team. He'd known his unease lately meant something would happen, but he hadn't expected it to be something this serious.

Bin stood up from the couch in disbelief. Why should he have to leave? He was the one who'd been beaten. If anyone had to go, it should be Wu Jin!

"Trying to drive me out? You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you? So that piece of trash from the second team can take my place!"

Shi Mu clicked his tongue in irritation, reached out and shoved bin back onto the couch, then threw the photos in his pocket at his face.

"Taking drugs. How many years do you think you'll get?"

Taking drugs?!

Brother Qian's head snapped up, disbelief in his eyes. He immediately went over and picked up the photos.

Coach Ming was stunned too and didn't speak for quite a while.

The photos showed bin's drug transaction with the seller and the purchase information, all perfectly clearly.

Bin curled up in terror and tore the photos to pieces.

"No! I didn't! It wasn't me!"

How could they possibly have found that information? He'd been so discreet.

Impossible, impossible!

Brother Qian clutched his chest, feeling as though he was about to spit up a mouthful of old blood. Chen Bin had become utterly lawless.

He'd actually done something illegal. He was going to ruin their entire GOD team.

Shi Mu narrowed his eyes and curled his lips into a smile without a trace of warmth, sinister and frightening.

"I warned you. That was your last chance. Why didn't you listen?"

Before this, he had only happened to glimpse a message on bin's phone and learned that he owed a huge sum in high-interest loans.

This time, because of Wu Jin's situation, he had unexpectedly discovered that bin was taking drugs.

Brother Qian could hardly believe it.

"No wonder you kept asking me to get you more commercial deals. So you needed the money for this."

Bin remained curled up in a ball, clutching his head and muttering that he hadn't done it. He looked no different from a madman.

The weather had turned cool, and the Wang family had fallen. Their GOD was being ruined by one of their own.

The police received a report of a fight and sent several officers to GOD's base. Coach Ming opened the door, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the police.

"Hello. We received a call from a member of the public reporting that someone here was deliberately picking quarrels and stirring up trouble. Please assist us with our investigation."

The young policewoman in the lead showed them her credentials, then looked around, her gaze settling on bin on the couch.

Brother Qian stepped forward to speak with the officers and gave them a rough account of what had happened.

The more the officers heard, the more bewildered they became. They had thought it was a dispute within the team, but it had turned out to be a criminal offense.

When bin saw the police approaching him, he shouted and regained his senses.

"I didn't take drugs! They're framing me!"

The police had no time to listen to his excuses. No matter how wildly he yelled and shouted, they stepped forward and arrested him.

"Sorry for the trouble, but please come with us so we can learn more about the relevant details."

Brother Qian immediately nodded. "All right, all right. We'll cooperate fully."

The incident caused a huge stir. Someone had taken a photo of GOD entering the police station. Though it was blurry, the strikingly good-looking members were still recognizable.

By coincidence, the angle of the photo showed only bin's face, badly red and swollen.

"Damn it, does this Jin have the super-male gene or something? Look what she did to our bin!"

"GOD isn't responding because Jin really did hit someone, right? Great, now she's straight-up hitting her teammates."

"Someone actually called the police? Seriously? What a waste of police resources. The club could handle something this minor itself."

When Rong Qiao saw the news online, she called Wu Jin and immediately rushed to the police station.

When she saw the listless Wu Jin, her heart clenched. "Are you all right, sweetheart? Mommy came too late."

Wu Jin silently rested her head against Rong Qiao's stomach, and Rong Qiao held her sweetheart, her heart aching for her.

"Don't worry. Mommy definitely won't let you suffer!"

The GOD members beside them had been listening for a while and realized that this beautiful, unfamiliar woman was Wu Jin's mother. No wonder Wu Jin was so beautiful...

Brother Qian went over and spoke with Rong Qiao for a while, apologizing to her and promising to handle the matter properly. Fortunately, Rong Qiao was very reasonable, and after learning what had happened, she didn't blame the club.

If something like this happened to their child, many parents would probably stop them from continuing to play esports altogether.

Brother Qian breathed a sigh of relief, but he was also curious. He'd never heard Little A Jin mention her mother before, and the lady in front of him was dressed very presentably. So why had Wu Jin looked so pitiful before...