Although they were paired in teams of two, Fang Zhiyi had just seen his employees delivering meals and guessed that participants from other countries were also here, just on different floors or in different neighborhoods.
Ning Yi'an from K Kingdom was partnered with a Black man this time. The man was a bit handsy, and after the eerie mother in the house left, he grew impatient. Fortunately, Ning Yi'an knew this was a live broadcast and rejected his advances.
The sound of knocking at the door calmed their excitement.
The person outside spoke politely, "Hello, grocery delivery."
Both of them intended to follow the rules and not open the door.
But the outsider was patient. "Hello, no need to open the door. I’d like to discuss a deal with you."
Ning Yi'an mustered his courage and asked, "What kind of deal?"
The person outside chuckled. "I assume you’re running low on food?"
Ning Yi'an glanced toward the kitchen—indeed, apart from some noodles, there was only unidentified meat left.
"We sell all kinds of meat here—pork, beef, instant noodles..."
"What?" Hearing about instant noodles, Hanks, the Black man, got excited. "Delicious! How much?" He was confident there was money in the house—he could always search for it later.
Rustling sounds came from outside, as if the person was rummaging through their pockets, followed by the sound of paper unfolding. After a moment—
"All our goods must be purchased with Xia Kingdom currency. Please transfer the money to a Xia Kingdom account, and once we receive confirmation, we’ll arrange a bulk delivery."
With that, the person hurried away.
The two inside were stunned.
The memory of being extorted by Fang Zhiyi resurfaced in their minds.
This move seemed like his doing—too similar. But how could he possibly command the supernatural to run his business?
Some countries quickly caught on, especially after an anonymous comment online made them realize one thing:
"Brother Fang has started his own business inside? Does that mean he’s permanently stationed in the supernatural world now?"
The underlying message was clear—you could refuse to pay, sure. But he had endless opportunities to mess with you. Every death meant losing several cities. Let’s see how many cities you can afford to lose.
Fang Zhiyi had become a true deterrent. He could threaten participants from all countries through each game, while they had no way to retaliate—because he simply wouldn’t leave!
At that moment, Fang Zhiyi, who had just walked out of the neighborhood with Cheng Xiang, suddenly stopped and spoke to the air.
Cheng Xiang was momentarily confused before realizing he was addressing the live audience.
"I forgot to mention something. If anyone targets Xia Kingdom, I won’t hold back. As far as I know, the frequency of supernatural games is increasing. If war breaks out, think carefully—what’s faster, your missiles or the arrival of the supernatural?"
This blatant threat left the entire online audience speechless.
Then they watched as Fang Zhiyi entered a convenience store. The customers inside glared at him and the human trailing behind him.
But when the store manager scurried over and called out "Boss," the customers immediately lowered their heads.
The owner of this chain wasn’t someone to mess with. Rumor had it that the supernatural being cosplaying as a "sunny doll" hanging at the entrance of their flagship store had kept the supernatural world rainless for half a year.
In the live stream, several national leaders wasted no time calling Xia Kingdom to express goodwill—some even offering valuable intel.
Other countries chose to send money outright, begging Xia Kingdom to relay a message to Fang Zhiyi: as long as their players and cities were spared, money was no issue.
The leader of K Kingdom turned pale, likely realizing they hadn’t paid up. Outside their players’ door stood two supernatural deliverymen in red—one knocking, the other sharpening a knife on the spot.
The boss had given orders: if no payment notification came by the deadline, they could butcher these two humans as employee benefits.
Reluctantly, K Kingdom coughed up the money.
But Fang Zhiyi’s next words to the air made them explode again: "The money you just paid was for food. I’ll have it delivered. But protection fees? That’s a separate charge."
A flood of protest calls poured into Xia Kingdom.
Perhaps concerned about the backlash, Xia Kingdom—having already used up Fang Zhiyi’s hint quota—had to use Cheng Xiang’s hint instead, instructing him to tell Fang Zhiyi: "We must build a united front. Humanity must help each other."
As Cheng Xiang relayed the message, the live stream fell into silence.
Fang Zhiyi sighed. "Well, if we’re talking about peace and love for humanity, that’s definitely our thing."
The international audience agreed—halfway. Peace and love for humanity? That was Xia Kingdom’s reputation, not Fang Zhiyi’s! How did Xia Kingdom produce such a bandit? No one saw this coming in the first two rounds!
Cheng Xiang gazed at Fang Zhiyi, eyes sparkling with admiration.
When Fang Zhiyi reluctantly announced he’d give all employees an extra month’s salary to protect the targeted humans, the live stream erupted in shock.
But Fang Zhiyi didn’t assign supernatural protection for himself. Instead, he took Cheng Xiang back home with a bag of groceries. As they reached their door, they noticed the neighbor’s door slightly ajar—a single bloodshot eye watching them.
"See enough, asshole? You know how much money I just lost? Looking for trouble?" Fang Zhiyi charged over. Before the eye could react, he yanked the door open and delivered a flying kick. Sounds of violence and destruction erupted from the neighbor’s home.
Finally, Fang Zhiyi walked out, dusting his hands. "Feels good!"
Cheng Xiang concluded that his idol was… complicated.
That night, Cheng Xiang—a college student—proved to be a terrible cook, forcing Fang Zhiyi to take over. Midway through, the supernatural younger brother returned, eyeing Fang Zhiyi with even more fear, as if he’d heard something.
The supernatural mother never came back.
The younger brother behaved meekly, retreating to his room after dinner and refusing to come out no matter how Fang Zhiyi called for him.
"Am I that scary?" Fang Zhiyi asked Cheng Xiang, puzzled.
Cheng Xiang shook his head. "You’re the picture of kindness."
"Tch."
By bedtime, neither supernatural parent had returned.
Players from other countries had a far less restful night. Two red-clad supernatural beings stood in their rooms, staring relentlessly and occasionally letting out eerie giggles.
If not for knowing these were their bodyguards, they’d have died of fright.
Just as Cheng Xiang was about to fall asleep, angry shouts erupted in the living room. He bolted upright and saw Fang Zhiyi crouched by the door, eavesdropping with gossipy delight.
Curious, Cheng Xiang whispered, "Brother Fang, what’s happening?"
"Shh." Fang Zhiyi beckoned him over.
So Cheng Xiang joined him.
The living room was in chaos. The supernatural younger brother crouched in a corner, sobbing.