Chapter 0396

Lin Jian was also taken aback. He hadn’t expected that in a room with just four and a half people, there’d be someone competing with him for attention.

"Maybe I should be the one to move out. I don’t blame my brother for hating me. After all, the whole country hates me right now. He’s just like everyone else. These past few days, I’ve finally experienced what family and a father’s love feel like. I’m satisfied."

As he spoke, Lin Jian began packing his things to leave. Lin Tianba, lying on the floor, let out a disdainful snort.

Lv Renqi was stunned again, a wave of guilt rising in his heart. This son must have suffered so much over the years.

"Lv Jian, apologize to your brother."

Lv Jian was shocked. He hadn’t expected Lin Jian to challenge him like this.

Naturally, he refused to apologize and stormed out in anger.

Seeing this, Lv Renqi realized he might have shown favoritism. He’d never been good at balancing things, so it wasn’t something he was skilled at.

Watching his eldest son leave, another pang of guilt hit him.

"Xiao Jian, your brother…"

"I know, Dad. He’s just angry. Don’t worry, I’ll apologize when he comes back."

Lv Renqi smiled. Over the past few days, he’d found himself growing quite fond of this son.

Who said this son was no good? He was absolutely amazing—understanding, kind, and considerate.

After dinner, Lin Jian returned to his bedroom, his face dark as he plotted how to kick Lv Jian out for good next time.

Checking the time, he saw it was his scheduled livestream hour, so he set aside his "grudge" and turned on the broadcast.

As the stream went on, Lin Jian kept receiving transfers from rival streamers, and finally, a happy smile spread across his face.

[Three-Inch Teacher]: Huh? What’s he smiling about? Is he addicted to beating himself up? Does he not know his location’s already been exposed?

[Midnight with 0]: Maybe the kid’s just dumb?

Ten minutes later, frantic knocking, glass shattering, and curses erupted in Lin Jian’s livestream.

His bewildered face appeared on the screen, much to the amusement of the viewers.

[Stop gifting, save for the kids’ New Year money.]: No way, no way! Is this dumb streamer not reading the chat? Does he still not know his address is out? If I weren’t outside the capital, I’d go block his spawn point myself. Never seen a trash dad, scum mom, and incestuous son combo in real life before.

[Body on Earth, Heart in Paris]: What you’re doing is wrong. This crosses legal and moral boundaries. I’ve already reported it to the cops. Guess I’m just too kind.

[Three Billion-Dollar Deals a Day]: Some people I don’t even want to insult because it’d dirty my mouth, but I’ll say it anyway—hey, upstairs, I’m a locksmith with all kinds of keys. You match?

Lin Jian’s confusion lasted only seconds before a loud crash echoed through the stream.

"Who are you—?"

At the same time, the livestream was cut off. Lin Ran was pleased.

The law couldn’t punish the masses. He knew those netizens would likely face no consequences—maybe a fine or a few days in detention at worst.

Of course, that was assuming the Lin family didn’t get beaten to death.

The world wasn’t short of saints, nor was it lacking in angry youths.

The Lin family’s actions had trampled over these youths’ moral compasses. They’d been itching to teach this family a lesson for a long time.

Though Lin Jian’s stream ended, the chaos continued.

Lin Jian stared in disbelief at the swarm of netizens rushing in, his head spinning.

This was his first time meeting fans in person, and he had no idea how to handle it.

"Are you… my fans?"

"We’re your dads."

The netizens barged in, some even pulling out their phones to livestream the scene.

Lin Ran found another stream to keep watching the spectacle.

Then, his eyes widened, and his lips curled into a Nike swoosh of shock once more.

Followed by, "HAHAHA!"

In the bedroom, Lin Tianba was tied to a chair, covered in bruises—clearly subjected to inhuman abuse.

His eyes were vacant, his spirit broken, like a corpse with its eyes open.

Meanwhile, Liu Yuemei and Lv Renqi sat up in bed, staring in shock at the intruders.

The excitement from a minute ago was gone, replaced only by confusion and fear.

"Who are you people?"

Amid the chaotic noise, Lin Ran could no longer make out the visuals, so he switched to another stream to check on Lin Jian.

Lin Jian was cornered in another bedroom, and netizens had even discovered his transaction records with other streamers.

This revelation broke countless viewers.

[I’ve Met Many Lin Jians in My Life]: So what the hell is even real? Why fake a PK battle? I thought I was contributing to Lin Jian’s self-harm career.

[Soft Grass by the River]: Technically, you did contribute—just to an even more Lin Jian-esque streamer.

[Heartfelt]: I kinda saw it coming, but damn, Lin Tianba’s got it rough. Looks like he got beaten beyond recognition. And were they just acting out some artsy drama earlier? Almost feel bad for him.

Even Lin Ran started pitying Lin Tianba.

He tried putting himself in those shoes.

Three seconds later.

He nearly lost it.

"Damn, Lin Tianba, you’re a real legend. I salute you."

It was just too brutal. He could practically see Liu Yuemei and Lv Renqi going at it right in front of Lin Tianba.

Ew… so twisted, so disgusting, so delightfully entertaining.

Within minutes, the cops arrived, and the netizens scattered like roaches.

The officers didn’t bother stopping them, citing "understaffing," though in reality, they just couldn’t be bothered.

They had two goals: first, to disperse the crowd and prevent major incidents.

Second, to make arrests.

The netizens had reported the stream, but the cops weren’t there for them—they were there for Lin Tianba’s family and Lv Renqi.

"Officers, help! Arrest those people and execute them! They broke in and assaulted us!"

The cops looked at Lv Renqi, still sprawled on the floor, with disdain.

"We’ve received reports of illegal obscenity, unlawful confinement, abuse, illicit streaming, debt evasion, and… other offenses. You’re under arrest."

Lv Renqi was stunned. Liu Yuemei was stunned. Lin Jian was stunned. Lin Tianba, lying on the floor, giggled mindlessly.

"Hehehe… karma’s here."

As the four were hauled away by the police, Lin Ran finally relaxed on the sofa, exhausted but satisfied.

Sipping the tea prepared by Uncle Fu, he reflected.

Lin Jian and the others were involved in unlawful confinement, abuse, domestic violence, group obscenity, debt evasion…

Lin Ran tallied the charges, then paused.

Huh.

Seems like the only victim here was Lin Tianba.

Well… that’s awkward.

"Young Master Lin, do you need anything done?"

"Yeah. Get them a good legal team."

Uncle Fu: ?

"I’ve got plans for the end of the year."