Chapter Six: One Against Three—Everyone, Rise!

He hung up the phone.

Bai Qingming quietly praised his own ingenuity.

But the tone on the streaming chat had shifted.

“Wow, the young people these days really have no sense of honor!”

“The streamer’s being way too ruthless—there are three murderers out there, someone could die!”

“Poor Old Wang next door, what terrible luck he has to live beside you!”

“Look at this guy, absolutely shameless!”

“You guys are hilarious—just spouting nonsense. If you’re so smart, why don’t you come up with a plan for the streamer?”

“Exactly! The streamer never said Old Wang should go out and get himself killed. Maybe he’s planning a two-on-three, trying to turn the tables. I think it could work!”

For a moment, the chat was a cacophony, everyone talking at once with their own opinions.

Yet, while the others were in the dark, Bai Qingming knew exactly what he was doing.

There was a time when a food delivery was mistakenly sent to the wrong door. When he returned it to Old Wang, he’d seen a boxing championship trophy in Wang’s living room—a clear sign that Wang was no ordinary man.

Besides, Bai Qingming never intended for Wang to take on three ruthless killers alone; but distracting two of them should be no problem for him, right?

Then Bai could hold off the last one himself. As long as he stalled for five minutes, the police would arrive, and they'd be safe.

As Bai Qingming was mulling this over, the number of viewers in his livestream surged to five hundred thousand.

[Popularity has reached 500,000. Reward: Master-level Combat Skills.]

The system’s prompt sounded at just the right moment, filling Bai Qingming with delight.

The timing of this reward couldn’t be better.

In an instant, Bai Qingming felt a transformation—his mind was suddenly filled with countless fighting techniques, as if a master had imparted them to him. In the blink of an eye, he had digested it all, and his body seemed to brim with power.

“Friends, I’m not actually setting Old Wang up. In fact, I’m a fighting expert myself.”

Bai Qingming looked into the camera, speaking with utmost seriousness.

“Here we go—trying to show off, are you?”

“Enough with the act! If you’re so great, go out there and fight those murderers for three hundred rounds.”

“Please, streamer, stop showing off. If you’re really a master, get out there and save Old Wang—he’s on his last legs!”

With lives hanging in the balance, the viewers grew restless.

“Don’t worry. Next, let me show you what real skill looks like.”

With that, Bai Qingming switched his stream to his phone, picked it up, and strode confidently toward the door.

…

Meanwhile, a shout echoed through the corridor.

“Hey! You three—what are you doing!”

The door opposite Bai Qingming’s swung open to reveal a burly man, visibly furious.

The three men who had been kicking at Bai’s door were caught off guard and jolted with surprise.

They immediately stopped what they were doing and turned to face the newcomer.

The leader among the killers, high on drugs and utterly deranged, had lost all reason—his mind bent on murder. The other two were in much the same state.

To describe them simply: nothing would stand in their way, not gods nor devils.

With his shout, Old Wang had unwittingly taken the heat off Bai Qingming, making himself the new target for the killers.

Coincidentally, all three wore blue jackets, probably some factory uniform, and looked a lot like delivery drivers from a popular food service.

When Old Wang noticed two of them holding clubs and the third with a phone—yet saw no sign of his food delivery—his anger boiled over.

“No wonder my food hasn’t arrived! Damn it, did you eat the meal I just ordered?”

Old Wang was livid.

Bai Qingming had been right—Old Wang’s full name was Wang Lidu, a former professional boxer and recipient of a major boxing award.

After being framed and badly injured in a match, Wang had been forced to leave the ring.

Now, seeing three burly men before him, Wang didn’t back down in the slightest. He clenched his fists and charged. The man in the middle, the one livestreaming, was knocked straight to the ground, his phone clattering aside.

Normally, the other two would have been stunned.

But these were hardened killers, their nerves steeled. They each swung their clubs at Wang.

Wang raised his arms to block—the flimsy sticks snapped with a crack.

…

Hearing the commotion outside, Bai Qingming realized Wang had already engaged the killers.

Without hesitation, he opened the door—and saw a man sprawled on the ground.

The scene was broadcast live, every detail clear to the viewers.

“Oh no, Old Wang’s down? Streamer, you’re in big trouble now.”

“Wait, look at his clothes—it’s one of the killers! Yes, it’s definitely one of them!”

“My god, everyone, check the hallway!”

Chaos erupted in the chat.

In the hallway, one killer lay pinned under Old Wang’s foot, while the other knelt obediently, being slapped across the face.

Smack!

“Eating my food delivery, were you?”

With a dazed expression, the man stammered, “What food? I didn’t eat it!”

“Still denying it, huh?”

Wang showed no mercy—another slap.

“I don’t know anything!”

The battered killer was terrified. One moment he’d been happily streaming and receiving gifts, the next, a madman appeared out of nowhere and started beating them up—and the three of them together couldn’t take him down.

Smack!

Another heavy blow.

“I swear I didn’t eat it!”

Smack!

“I... um…”

The killer tried to explain, but seeing Wang’s raised hand, he swallowed his words and meekly admitted, “Okay, okay, I confess—it was me, I ate it. Is that good enough?”

And then—

Smack!

“That’s for eating my damn food!”

Tears streamed down the killer’s face.

Denying it meant more slaps, admitting it meant more slaps—what kind of twisted logic was this?

At that moment, Bai Qingming’s live chat exploded.

“Whoa, one-versus-three, a flawless victory?”

“No wonder the streamer called Old Wang. Turns out he’s a beast—look at the state of those murderers. Savage!”

“I get it now—the streamer must have known Wang was a powerhouse. I thought he was clever, but he’s actually operating on a whole other level!”

“Everyone, stand up!”

“Old Wang is awesome!”

Within moments, the screen was flooded with praise for Old Wang. Some viewers even sent rockets as gifts, asking the streamer to pass them along to Wang.

Truth be told, Bai Qingming hadn’t expected Wang to be this tough. Now it was his turn to feel frustrated.

He’d just acquired master-level fighting skills and was hoping to put on a show, boost the entertainment value—yet Old Wang had already stolen the spotlight. What was left for him?

He sat up in shock like a patient on his deathbed, realizing the real clown was himself.

How exasperating!

Just then, a new wave of messages appeared on the screen.

“Streamer, look behind you!”

“Watch out!”