Seeing everyone's reaction, Flying Tiger just felt completely satisfied.
There are some things—you just can't let yourself be surprised too.
The chat in the livestream fell silent for a moment, then quickly exploded.
[I knew it, Xiong Jie's face looked like he ate shit the moment this started—he's been pissed the whole time.]
[So what you're telling me is, in this situation, a lunatic managed to beat that old fox Xiong Jie and get the first clear?]
[Just because he's a little taller, and his arms are a little longer? Fuck!]
[Damn, I'm really dying of envy, this guy's luck has been off the charts since the second he entered the dungeon.]
[Jiang Che, do you remember me? I actually never held you as a kid.]
...
Amid the flood of gray, chaotic chat, a few golden messages stood out.
Gold means an authenticated identity.
After the weirdness descended, Flying Tiger began shifting—from a borderline entertainment game streaming platform, to one specialized for survivors.
