Chapter Seven: White, the Silent Enforcer of Society

Bai Qingming had just glanced at the barrage of comments and hadn’t even had time to turn his head when a foreboding feeling surged through him, making the hairs on the back of his hand stand on end. Without a moment’s hesitation, he threw himself to the ground, swift and decisive.

In the next instant—bang! A gunshot rang out. A bullet whizzed just over Bai Qingming’s head, embedding itself in the wall opposite. That was a close call.

Looking over in shock, Brother Wang blurted out, “What the hell, do food delivery guys carry guns now?”

Bai Qingming jumped to his feet, only then realizing that the murderer who had been lying unconscious on the floor was now somehow standing, and to his horror, the bastard had a pistol in his hand.

He was the closest, and with his back to the attacker, it was only natural he’d become the first target.

“I let my guard down!” A cold sweat broke out on Bai Qingming as he realized how close he’d come to death.

Bang! The assailant fired a second shot, but this time Bai Qingming was ready. He dodged easily, then charged forward and kicked the murderer squarely on the wrist. The man cried out in pain, dropping the gun.

Not letting up, Bai Qingming swept the killer’s legs out from under him, then straddled him and delivered a merciless beating to his face.

The whole sequence was smooth as flowing water, executed in the blink of an eye.

“Ahhh!”
“Big brother, please, stop hitting me.”
“I was wrong, I admit it!”
“Just…don’t hit my face, okay?”

The murderer’s nose was broken, his face covered in blood, stunned into stupidity.

He could dodge bullets—was this guy Superman?

But Bai Qingming’s fists landed with relentless force, showing not an ounce of mercy.

It was hardly surprising. Had he not reacted so quickly, the whole village might have been attending his funeral right now.

Truth be told, Bai Qingming had never expected the man to pull out a gun, which seemed so unreasonable. But thinking it over, for a murderer with over twenty lives on his hands, carrying a pistol wasn’t exactly a stretch.

Meanwhile, the viewers in the livestream room were going wild.

“What just happened? Did someone fire a gun?”
“Did I see that right? The streamer dodged a bullet and took down a gun-wielding killer in a second? This can’t be staged, right?”
“Come on, anyone who thinks this is staged—go find a gun-toting murderer and see if you can act it out.”
“Holy hell, those moves, that technique—turns out the streamer’s a real martial arts expert?”
“I seem to recall someone wanted to organize a group to go after the streamer. Anyone still up for it? Hands up.”
“My mom asked me why I’m watching the stream on my knees.”
“Brother Bai—silent but deadly!”

[Your Dad On His Deathbed sends 10 Rockets]
[So Handsome He Has No Friends sends 10 Treasure Maps]

Tired of the usual song-and-dance or gaming streams, the viewers had never seen anything so realistic, thrilling, and exciting.

First, the murderer knocked on the door. The streamer pulled some slick moves, tricking the neighbor into fetching the delivery.

Then, to everyone’s surprise, the neighbor single-handedly took down three attackers.

Finally, in a dramatic twist, the streamer dodged a bullet live and knocked out the armed killer.

What started out as a horror film turned into an action flick, and by the end, things were so outrageous it felt like a sci-fi epic—a series of twists and turns, maxing out the entertainment value.

Honestly, no TV drama would dare write a script like this.

If the identities of the three murderers hadn’t been real and verifiable, everyone would have thought it was all rehearsed in advance.

Otherwise, who’d believe such an absurd plot? Telling the story would only earn you a slap in the face.

Precisely because of this, not a single viewer felt any sympathy for the murderer getting pummeled. On the contrary, everyone felt a sense of justice, showering the streamer with gifts and witty comments—the chat was a riot.

By now, the murderer pinned beneath Bai Qingming was beaten so badly even his own mother wouldn’t recognize him. He was on the verge of death.

“That’s enough, that’s enough—any more and it’ll be a homicide.” Brother Wang, still puzzled as to why a deliveryman had a gun, couldn’t bear to watch any longer. He stepped in to stop Bai Qingming, genuinely concerned for his well-being.

Only then did Bai Qingming relent.

“Thank you all for your generous gifts,” Bai Qingming said, glancing at the stream with delight. The day’s haul of gifts had already amounted to over two hundred thousand—what a windfall!

After a moment’s thought, he continued, “As you all just saw, it was the murderer who struck first. He has no honor—he tried to trick and ambush me. That’s not right. So I advise all of you watching: always act with honor.”

His words instantly had the viewers roaring with laughter.

“Excuse me…”

Suddenly, a genuine delivery guy appeared at the stairwell, and when he saw the scene in the corridor, he was petrified.

After a few seconds’ pause, he swallowed nervously, mustered his courage, and spoke: “Excuse me, which one of you is Mr. Wang? This is his food delivery.”

As he spoke, he handed over a container of spicy hot pot. Glancing at the food and then at the three men lying defeated in the corridor, Brother Wang was dumbfounded.

At the same time, the murderer who had been slapped silly by Brother Wang burst into tears.

“I told you I didn’t eat your food, but you wouldn’t believe me. You even hit me! I’m calling the police—I want them to arrest you!”

As he finished speaking, the sound of police sirens echoed from below.

The killer shuddered, and as he calmed down, suddenly seemed to realize something. He collapsed in despair.

“Mom, I want to go home!”

Soon, a squad of SWAT officers rushed in.

Through Bai Qingming’s livestream, the local police station had already been alerted and dispatched a special response team. After all, these were vicious serial killers—this had to be taken seriously.

Yet when they arrived to find one killer kneeling and sobbing for his mother, one lying motionless on the ground, and one battered beyond recognition, even the SWAT officers were stunned.

“What on earth happened here?” Brother Wang was utterly bewildered.

“I’m sorry, Brother Wang. I lied to you—these three aren’t deliverymen at all, they’re serial killers!” Bai Qingming apologized sincerely, waving his phone to indicate he’d been livestreaming the whole thing.

The truth about the trio’s identities made Brother Wang suck in a sharp breath.

Bai Qingming had expected to be scolded, but apparently, he’d overthought it. For some reason, Brother Wang dashed into his apartment, only to return less than a minute later.

The difference? He’d swapped his oversized shorts and vest for a clean tracksuit, instantly transforming his appearance.

He then walked up to the camera, smoothed his hair, and with a straight face, addressed the viewers: “So, everyone—don’t I look handsome?”

Bai Qingming: “…”

The viewers: “…”