My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 133

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Pang Pang defended itself, "That's all the garbage you made me eat back then. Garbage stinks, duh."

Damn. Pang Pang had basically weaponized its old meals for psychological warfare. Truly a pig genius. Jiang Yiqing pinched his nose and gave him a thumbs-up.

Wen Xiuyan stood off to the side, deadpan, watching this pig that could shrink, grow, and speak fluent human.

"I can't take it anymore, it's so gross," Jiang Yiqing whined, backing up with his nose still pinched. Once he could breathe a little easier, he exhaled hard. "Let's just call the cops."

No way he was cleaning up this mess himself. Yeah... let the police handle it.

Wen Xiuyan quietly pulled out his phone and made the call.

Surprisingly, even this late at night, the cops showed up pretty fast. And among them was someone familiar—his eyes widened in shock when he saw Jiang Yiqing. "Master Jiang?! You again, hah!"

The man's last name was Li. He'd been assigned to every case involving Jiang Yiqing, and at this point, they were basically on a first-name basis. No wonder he'd said "you again."

Jiang Yiqing gave an awkward little smile. This time, it really wasn't his fault. Someone had been following them.

Officer Li just chuckled, then joined the others to check on the unconscious group. When they finally got a look at everyone's faces, the officers' expressions turned serious. They exchanged glances, then walked over to Scarface again.

Scarface's whole face was smeared in that disgusting black goo, so no one could make out what he actually looked like. One of the officers tried to clean it off, but as soon as he got close, the stench hit him like a brick wall. Even the most seasoned, well-trained cop couldn't help but gag.

One of the younger officers pinched his nose and muttered, "What, did he fall into a septic tank or something?!"

Hidden inside the black-gold beaded bracelet, the pig spirit fell silent: "......"
How dare he. The insult. The absolute insult.

The cops turned to look at Jiang Yiqing, who put on his most innocent expression—then turned and looked straight at Wen Xiuyan.

Wen Xiuyan: "......"

It took a while, but they finally managed to clean Scarface's face enough to recognize him. When they did, their reactions were a mix of joy and disbelief. After all this time chasing leads, they never expected to find a wanted fugitive like this—so randomly, so easily, it almost felt surreal.

One by one, they shook the gang awake. These were violent, hardened criminals—but the moment they laid eyes on the cops, their expressions turned into pure terror.

One officer rubbed his face, confused. "...I'm not that scary, am I?"

Turns out, they weren't scared of the cops. They were screaming things like "Ghosts!" and "Help!" in utter panic.

Clearly, their nerves had been shattered.

Once again, the officers turned to look at Jiang Yiqing. He gave them another wide-eyed, innocent look and shrugged. "I dunno, man. They just fainted on their own. Bunch of scaredy-cats."

Then he turned to Wen Xiuyan for backup. "Right? Right?"

Wen Xiuyan gave a completely straight-faced nod, like Jiang Yiqing's word was gospel, facts be damned.

The cops: "......"

These guys were stone-cold killers, and you're telling me they fainted because they were scared?
...Whatever. At least they were caught.

With complicated expressions, the police hauled the gang off to the station. Jiang Yiqing and Wen Xiuyan went with them to give their statements. When Officer Li heard they'd been tailed all the way here, his face turned serious.

"Don't worry, Master Jiang. We'll interrogate them thoroughly. We'll find out who's behind this."

Jiang Yiqing just nodded vaguely. It didn't really matter—he already knew who was behind it. But come on, this was a legal case; you couldn't exactly tell the police, "Oh, I divined it." That wasn't exactly admissible in court.

Besides, the guy behind this? Let's just say he had a black belt in scapegoating. He'd perfected the art of pushing blame onto others.

But saying that would just make the cops look bad, so Jiang Yiqing kept his mouth shut and smiled his thanks.

After leaving the police station, Wen Xiuyan looked over at him. "You know who's behind this, don't you?"

Jiang Yiqing raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think that?"

Wen Xiuyan cleared his throat. "I saw your face. Just guessed."

Jiang Yiqing touched his own face, suddenly unsure. Was it that obvious?

Eh, whatever.

He smiled softly, his tone gentle, "If someone dares hire a hit on me, they've gotta be ready to face the consequences too, right?"

Wen Xiuyan replied honestly, "If he ever sees you smile like that, he's gonna be scared out of his mind."

Jiang Yiqing frowned. "Is my smile that creepy?"

Wen Xiuyan just lowered his gaze and chuckled, saying nothing.

Jiang Yiqing pouted. Ugh, cryptic people are the worst.

Li Yu'ao didn't sleep a wink that night.

Just thinking about the headlines tomorrow morning—about Jiang Yiqing, the person he hated most in the world, dying horribly—made him tremble with excitement.

Ever since the collapse of Lanting building, Cheng'an Construction's reputation had tanked beyond repair. No miracle could bring it back.

If Li Yu'ao weren't the son of Li Cheng'an, no one would've been able to shield him.

But even with that protection, his life had taken a nosedive. Cheng'an Construction had lost a fortune. To cut their losses, the Li family was forced to sell properties. The mansion they once lived in? Gone. Now they were stuck in a much smaller house.

Li Yu'ao, spoiled rich kid that he was, couldn't handle the downgrade.

In his mind, it was all Jiang Yiqing's fault.

If it weren't for him, Cheng'an would still be one of the top construction firms around. Now? Even those second-rate companies that used to kiss up to them were stepping on their necks.

Li Yu'ao never even considered the possibility that Lanting building would've collapsed regardless of Jiang Yiqing's involvement—and if Jiang Yiqing hadn't been there, that collapse wouldn't have had zero casualties. Honestly, he should've been grateful to the guy.

But of course, that thought never crossed his mind.

Not only did he not thank Jiang Yiqing, he actually went so far as to hire someone to kill him.

Heh. That idiot dared to cross him. By now, Jiang Yiqing was probably chopped into little pieces. Just the thought of it made Li Yu'ao chuckle to himself.

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