Chapter 707 - 705: The Family’s Charlatan (Part 30)
[So, people shouldn’t boast or they might lose their lives. Didn’t you hear that Half-step Ghost King just said Feng Chen is not a very capable Mystic Master?]
[Even for a master, not everyone can handle a Half-step Ghost King. Ask yourself, among those who showed their skills this time, how many can deal with such a being?]
[I still hope Feng Chen has some skills, just enough to buy some time.]
[Yeah, yeah, at a life and death moment, why are these people still criticizing? Shouldn’t they be wishing both of them well? Regardless of skills, being alive is a skill.]
[Did you notice, Boss Feng doesn’t look the slightest bit scared. I think she must have a plan.]
[Wait, Boss Feng is moving, she’s going behind the Half-step Ghost King.]
[Is she going to ambush the Half-step Ghost King?]
[Regardless, at this moment, I think Feng Chen is worth paying attention to. Facing danger, escaping is a natural instinct, but she’s brave enough to confront the Half-step Ghost King head-on.]
At this time, the live stream audience collectively fell silent, the bullet comments stopped rolling, seemingly afraid of disturbing Ah Chen’s actions and alerting the Half-step Ghost King. Of course, it didn’t actually matter.
When Deborah thought she was certainly going to die, Feng Chen unexpectedly appeared behind the Half-step Ghost King. She was stunned for a moment, what was Feng Chen going to do?
Does she think she can ambush the Half-step Ghost King this way?
No, she would only die a miserable death.
Ah Chen stood behind the Half-step Ghost King, reached out and grabbed the back of its neck, pulling forcefully to drag the Half-step Ghost King over. Then she smashed it against the ground several times, causing it to wail miserably.
The originally silent live stream was filled with the thudding sounds and the Half-step Ghost King’s wails.
The Half-step Ghost King has appeared, and if you want to know who wants to kill the Commissioner, you can just ask it. Thus, Ah Chen had no intention of hiding her abilities anymore.
Moreover, she believed Deborah might know too.
The sudden change was quick, leaving the audience dumbfounded.
Those who didn’t believe Ah Chen was capable couldn’t help but slap themselves. Grasping a Half-step Ghost King, do you still think she has no abilities?
[Ahhhh, Boss Feng, is this really the Boss Feng I follow?]
[I never thought I’d ever see someone throw around a Half-step Ghost King online, it’s so cool!]
[Those who said Boss Feng wasn’t skilled, come out, come out and kneel!]
[I always knew Boss Feng was amazing.]
[Little Half-step Ghost King, take it down!]
[Great, Deborah is saved. I was really afraid I’d have to watch a life disappear before my eyes.]
"Deborah, are you alright?" Ah Chen asked Deborah, who hadn’t come back to her senses yet.
Now it was her turn to perform, why was she still in a daze?
Deborah coughed heavily a few times, lifting her head to reveal a pale neck marked with a bruise from a hand grip, a trace left by the Half-step Ghost King. It was evident how much force it had just exerted.
If she hadn’t gathered her remaining strength at her neck, she might have been dead by now.
"I’m fine, cough, cough... Feng Chen, thank you." Deborah responded, her face showing less mystery and arrogance. She quickly dashed into a room, pulled out her phone, and came back out.
Seeing that the live stream could still capture what was happening in the living room, she smiled slightly: "Since I’ve survived this disaster, I want to share a secret with everyone, congratulating those staying up late at night."
"Those who stay up late always end up getting the scoop," she said ominously, her eerie smile appearing terrifying, but it excited the late-night crowd, who felt that Deborah was about to reveal a major piece of gossip.
"Do you think this sudden Half-step Ghost King attack is just an accident, just because it knew there were some not-so-skilled Mystic Masters here?"
"Hahaha," Deborah laughed, "No, of course not, actually the Half-step Ghost King came for me. Why? Are you deeply confused?"
"It’s logical that at this time, the live stream should have been shut down by the Wen Family. Since it hasn’t been closed, then it must be an uncontrollable situation for them," Deborah paused, "I don’t know if Mr. Wen is asleep and unaware, or is somewhere watching all this and seeing I haven’t died, asking the people around him why they can’t close the live stream."
"That always calm, corpse-like Mr. Wen, showing a furious and ferocious look, hasn’t been seen by many, right?"
Boom——
Hearing this last sentence, the live stream audience went into an uproar. What? From Deborah’s words, does this mean Mr. Wen is involved in this matter?
[Could it be that Mr. Wen resents Deborah’s previous prophecy, can’t stand the thought of him and Shi Yang not having a good ending, so he turned to extremes and wanted to kill Deborah? And even arranged a Half-step Ghost King?]
[This, although very sympathetic, murder is wrong.]
[Although Deborah’s words are annoying, she hasn’t done anything excessive. If Mr. Wen wasn’t happy, he could have asked her to leave, and everyone would have understood.]
[I don’t think it’s that simple.]
Ah Chen sat to one side, not interrupting Deborah’s performance.
Judging from the earlier words, her guess should be correct.
So, she had 997 help out Deborah.
When she captured the Half-step Ghost King, the Wen Family intended to close the live stream, but at that moment, 997 took over the live stream and platform. As long as 997 wished, no one in this world could interfere with this broadcast.
She had been waiting for a long time for this performance, and it was so exciting that it had to be shared with a broad audience to be fun.
Even though the stage was built by Wen Song, he couldn’t just tear it down at random.
[Deborah, just say it, what if the live stream really gets shut down?]
[Yeah, yeah, what’s your secret, hurry up and reveal it.]
Deborah took a deep breath: "Alright, everyone, don’t worry, the fact that the live stream hasn’t been closed by now indicates there’s been a problem, and Mr. Wen can’t close it anymore."
Although she didn’t know who caused this situation, she was pleased with the result.
"Aren’t you curious why I was so sure Wen Song and Shi Yang couldn’t have a good ending?" She looked at the phone screen and then raised her head to glance at Ah Chen sitting calmly to the side.
At first, she thought Feng Chen had some skills, but tonight she realized this was a high expert hiding in plain sight.
Zhou Shan, who had come with his phone to find Ah Chen, deeply understood. He had realized at that time that Feng Chen was formidable, but never announced it. Now, seeing the other person manhandle a Half-step Ghost King, he was thoroughly excited.
His originally hurried steps involuntarily slowed down a bit.
Among those hurrying towards here was also Ge Yu, who arrived faster, without waiting for Luo Yun.
The live broadcast continued as usual, with everyone’s movements outside the bedroom clearly visible.