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Chapter 269: Chapter 269 The Strange Incident in the Live Broadcast Room

"Hey, can you teach me martial arts?"

In her room, Wen Xiaowei was talking to her reflection in the mirror. She sounded like she was pleading, but her expression was decidedly imperious.

"No, no, that won’t do. If I approach Wang Hao with that attitude, he’ll definitely refuse!"

Wen Xiaowei shook her head, immediately dismissing the idea. She tried several different approaches, but all of them felt off. Paradoxically, it was her cool and domineering expression that seemed the most natural.

"Hmph, how can I get him to agree?"

Wen Xiaowei was seething with annoyance. She smacked the table so hard it nearly shattered the mirror.

"Sis, are you okay? Do you need to see a doctor?"

Turning around, Wen Xiaowei’s face flushed red in an instant. She had been so focused on practicing that she hadn’t even noticed Wen Zi Cong walking into the room.

Wen Zi Cong had watched his sister talking to herself and cycling through a variety of bizarre expressions. He was already scared out of his wits.

The moment he walked in, he had doubted whether this woman was really his sister. Was his sister having a nervous breakdown, or did he open the door the wrong way?

Seeing Wen Zi Cong staring dumbfounded at her, Wen Xiaowei wished she could shrink into the tiniest of cracks—except her home’s floor was sealed without a single crack to be found.

"You brat, why didn’t you knock before coming in?"

Wen Xiaowei glared at Wen Zi Cong severely.

"I’ve always walked in like this. When have I ever knocked?"

Wen Zi Cong looked utterly confused.

"But... but things are different now. From now on, you must knock before entering my room, got it?"

Wen Xiaowei said, her face still flushed.

"Oh, okay then!"

Wen Zi Cong stepped out, closed the door gently, then knocked twice before slowly opening it and coming back in.

Wen Xiaowei’s expression darkened, thinking he was so quick to apply what he just learned. What’s the use of knocking after the fact? Fortunately, it was just Wen Zi Cong who barged in. If someone else had seen her, how could she face going out again?

"You know, my dearest sister, if you want Wang Hao to teach you martial arts, why don’t you just go and ask him straight away? Why the coy act? That’s not like you at all!"

Wen Zi Cong looked at Wen Xiaowei, puzzled.

"You little eavesdropper. I’m warning you, mind your own business!"

Wen Xiaowei scolded angrily.

"Alright, alright. I just came to ask for a day off. I’ve got a gathering with some buddies, and I want to step out for a bit. I’ll be back tomorrow to contemplate my misdeeds, okay?"

"No way!"

"Sis, you’re the best sister ever, the most beautiful sister! Please! We’re siblings for life, inevitably reliant on one another—don’t you think..."

"Enough already, that move doesn’t work on me anymore!"

"Fine! Then I’m going over to Wang Hao right now to tell him everything I just saw!"

After saying this, Wen Zi Cong pretended to be angry and started to walk away.

"Stop right there. I’ll let you go, but you have to promise me you’ll come back early. If Grandpa finds out and beats you up, don’t expect me to interfere! And don’t utter a single word about what just happened!"

As soon as Wen Xiaowei heard that Wen Zi Cong was about to tattle to Wang Hao, she immediately gave in.

"You’re the best, sis!"

Wen Zi Cong cheered as he dashed out.

As he joyfully hopped and skipped to the living room, he ran into Wang Hao coming his way. Wen Zi Cong’s face fell immediately; after all, he was still holding a grudge from the beating Wang Hao had given him, which had caused him to lose face.

"Young Master Wen, could I have a word with you?"

Wang Hao approached him and said.

"Nothing to talk about!"

Wen Zi Cong flatly refused.

"Really? Then I’ll go to your sister right now and say you can’t go out. Do you think she’ll listen to me?"

"You lowlife! Fine, out with it. What is it?"

Wen Zi Cong slumped onto the sofa, not bothering to give Wang Hao another glance.

"Do you know who set up that live streaming room you mentioned yesterday?"

Wang Hao wasn’t interested in squabbling with this kid; getting the information he wanted was all that mattered.

"I don’t know!"

Wen Zi Cong responded without hesitation.

"Impossible, right? Haven’t you caught even a single glimpse of what the host looks like in that streaming room?"

Wang Hao was skeptical.

"You know, it’s weird, but the hosts in there generally don’t show their faces. Even when they appear, they’d use rabbit effects to cover their faces, and their voices are specially processed—so much so that you can hardly tell whether they’re male or female."

"We usually call that broadcaster Bunny Bro!"

Wen Zicong recalled.

Wang Hao listened and unconsciously furrowed his brows.

He thought that in Zao City, there weren’t many people who dare to offend Wild Bear, so this person, who could livestream boxing matches from the arena, must have been there in person.

Such a powerful and mysterious figure, Wang Hao indeed wanted to find out his background.

It’s just that this guy was really secretive, even modifying his voice.

"So what kind of things do you usually livestream in the room?"

Wang Hao asked curiously.

"It all depends on the broadcaster’s mood, haha. Sometimes we want to see something but can’t be at the scene for some reason, so the broadcaster finds a way to livestream it for us,"

Wen Zicong introduced.

"What has been broadcasted before?"

Wang Hao asked persistently.

"You already know about the boxer from yesterday, and a couple of months ago there was a livestream of a gang fight, and there was... " ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"Wait a minute?"

Wang Hao suddenly caught on to an important piece of information and asked further.

"A gang fight? Isn’t Zao City completely dominated by Wild Bear? Who else would dare to fight him?"

"I’m not sure about that, but that war was indeed fierce. You could see blood splattered all over the scene. It was quite thrilling!"

Wen Zicong’s eyes lit up as he talked about that livestream.

Wang Hao was thinking, who had the guts to clash with Wild Bear?

"Can you watch a replay here?"

Wang Hao asked.

"No, there are no replays in a livestream. Besides, it’s against the rules to record anything in the livestream room; you’ll get kicked out,"

Wen Zicong explained.

"Alright, then is there anything else interesting?"

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Suddenly, Wen Zicong’s expression turned serious as if he had become intrigued. He leaned in close to Wang Hao and asked in a secretive tone,

"Do you believe in ghosts?"

"I do!"

Wang Hao responded without hesitation.

If the inexplicable ’Heart of the Dragon’ existed in this world, then of course the talk of ghosts and spirits wouldn’t be strange.

But Wang Hao firmly believed that as long as he did nothing to weigh on his conscience, those ghosts and goblins would not come after him.

Wen Zicong was taken aback by Wang Hao’s response, not expecting him to believe in ghosts too.

"Then let me tell you, about half a year ago, there was a haunting at Xiangtan University that was broadcasted live!"

Wen Zicong said, lowering his voice on purpose.

"Really a ghost?"

Wang Hao suddenly became interested.

"Tell me more about it!"

"The incident was widely talked about at the time and was very mysterious, but not many actually saw it. However, I really did see it in the livestream room,"

Wen Zicong whispered carefully into Wang Hao’s ear.

"It was a fierce ghost, wearing a blood-red dress, and the places it passed even had bloodstains, very terrifying!"

As he said this, Wang Hao became somewhat skeptical. If it had been a recording of chaotic scenes at the university due to fear, Wang Hao might have believed it.

But a fierce ghost like that being livestreamed and the broadcaster remaining calm enough to show it to the people watching on their phones? Wang Hao found that hard to believe.

"Believe it or not, I’ve got things to do and I’m out. I don’t have time to waste on your skepticism!"

With that, Wen Zicong ran out.

Wang Hao unconsciously pursed his lips, convinced that the livestream wasn’t really showing a ghost, but since it had managed to deceive this rich kid, some effort must have gone into the setting or the storyline, which was a skill in itself.

Could this broadcaster be a film director? Wang Hao couldn’t help but wonder.

Suddenly, Wang Hao paused. Xiangtan University? Wasn’t that where Qi Shihan was going to study? Since it concerned someone close to him, Wang Hao would rather err on the side of caution and decided to investigate when he had time.

That evening, Yong Lin and Wen Xiangyong returned together, and with them came a police car...