Chapter Twelve: Destroying You in the Name of Justice

"Is there really such a good deal?" Bai Qingming was exhilarated.

Another murderer had come knocking, bringing money! Now that he possessed master-level combat skills, and with Brother Wang, a champion boxer, by his side, even a corridor full of killers would just be fodder for them.

"Of course! I'm a good guy, and when I come across something like this, I think of you," Wang said.

"Did you call the police?"

"Call the police?" Wang paused. "Are you out of your mind? If I call the police and they take them away, the reward won't have anything to do with us."

"That makes perfect sense!" Bai Qingming agreed.

Perhaps the three captured murderers had accomplices who were now seeking revenge. Such a windfall shouldn’t be handed to anyone else.

"I’m keeping watch here. Hurry back."

With that, Wang hung up.

Although Bai Qingming now owned an apartment worth hundreds of millions, even a morsel was still meat; no matter how little, it was still money.

So, he hurried downstairs.

Outside Prestige Manor.

The taxi driver who had dropped Bai Qingming off earlier was still there. Seeing Bai Qingming return so quickly, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Young man, got kicked out by the security guards, eh?"

"..."

"It’s nothing to be ashamed of; I won’t laugh at you."

"Go to Happiness Community," Bai Qingming said, not bothering to explain.

...

In the corridor.

Four middle-aged men in suits were blocking the door to Bai Qingming’s home, knocking incessantly.

After a while, when nobody answered, they stopped and simply sat down on the floor.

Unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes was watching them through the peephole.

At that moment, Wang was holding a prepared rope, his face adorned with a cruel yet delighted smile.

In other words, he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

He’d just earned 150,000 this morning, and now, so soon, murderers had come knocking again—far more profitable than boxing.

If only a few foolish murderers would come by each day to deliver themselves, in a week he could buy a new apartment, in a month upgrade to a villa, and in a year, he could own the whole River City!

Just then, his phone vibrated—Bai Qingming was calling.

"Wang, I’m downstairs. How many are there?"

"Four. I’ll rush out and catch them off guard. Then you come up to help."

"No problem!"

They agreed instantly.

After hanging up, Wang, who had been ready for some time, yanked the door open.

"What are you doing!"

As expected, the four men outside reacted much like the previous murderers, stunned in place.

But soon, they recognized Wang at a glance.

After all, Bai Qingming’s live broadcast of capturing murderers had gone viral, especially the part where he calmly called his neighbor Wang to fetch takeaway while murderers knocked at the door. It was so audacious it made everyone’s skin crawl—and Wang, too, had gained a bit of fame.

Seeing Wang burst out, the four instantly realized what was happening and panicked.

"Wait!"

"It’s not what you think!"

"We..."

Wang, focused solely on the reward, had no intention of listening to their chatter. Shouting his battle cry, he charged.

"Take this! Justice will prevail!"

Before they could finish speaking, Wang had already knocked two of them down.

Meanwhile, Bai Qingming darted up the stairs, and in one swift motion pinned the remaining two, who were now too terrified to resist, to the ground.

"Wang, tie them up. I’ll call the police, and we’ll take them to collect our reward!"

With that, Bai Qingming pulled out his phone to dial 110.

"Don’t call the police!"

"We’re good people!"

"We’re not murderers!"

The four rushed to explain.

Finally, seeing their attire, Bai Qingming realized something was off.

Truth be told, these guys were far too weak—none could withstand even a single blow. With such poor physical fitness, how could they possibly be murderers?

"Hold on, Wang!"

Bai Qingming stopped Wang from tying them up and continued, "You’re looking for someone? Who?"

"Of course we’re looking for you! I called you before—I’m Li Sanjiang, operations manager at FishFun."

One of them spoke up.

In an instant, Bai Qingming remembered. No wonder the voice sounded so familiar—he had indeed received a call from someone claiming to be FishFun’s manager, wanting to promote him.

"You’re all together?" Bai Qingming glanced at the other three.

"I’m from TigerBud."

"I’m from DouSound."

"Um... I’m from ChopHand."

They introduced themselves.

"Damn, you’re not murderers?" Wang was dumbfounded.

So all that effort had been for nothing.

"Why are you looking for me?" Bai Qingming asked.

The four scrambled to explain.

Soon, Bai Qingming finally understood the situation.

After his viral "Song of the Single Dog" and the notorious murderer-at-the-door incident, Bai Qingming’s fame had exploded.

Not only was he featured on the front pages of every major platform with videos of his singing and dodging bullets, but he’d also occupied the top ten spots on Weibo’s trending list.

"Another sleepless night for single dogs—who’s behind it?"

"Song of the Single Dog goes viral—the performer confronted by murderers."

"Don’t panic when murderers block your door—call your neighbor to handle it."

"Outrageous! Murderers knocking at the door, and the streamer calls his neighbor out for takeaway."

"Shocking! Dodging bullets in the flesh—witnessed by half a million viewers—is he human or ghost?"

"Is the tycoon next door? Song of the Single Dog performer owns a mansion worth over a hundred million—streaming is just a hobby?"

...

News about Bai Qingming was everywhere, and most terrifyingly, none of these trending topics were bought—they were pushed up organically by curious netizens.

Whether it was Li Yifeng’s romance rumors, the release of "Hello, Li Huanying," or record-breaking box office sales, whether celebrities or influencers, scandals or group activities, their news couldn’t crack the top ten.

With such dazzling achievements, both streaming and short video platforms coveted Bai Qingming.

Anyone could see it: whichever platform signed Bai Qingming would gain massive traffic.

Most importantly, upon investigation, the platforms found that Bai Qingming’s old employer had completely neglected this rare talent, practically handing them an opportunity.

Thus, after urgent meetings, the platforms all reached the same conclusion.

Snatch him up!

Just like the admissions officers from Tsinghua and Peking University waiting at top students’ homes after the college entrance exam, they, too, came knocking.

Having failed to reach Bai Qingming after countless attempts, TigerBud’s operations manager was in a panic.

Shameless! Jealousy turns to poaching—where’s the justice in that?

Damn it.

These brutes!

So, the TigerBud manager rushed over as well.

He’d even heard that the manager from BZone was flying in from the neighboring city at that very moment.