You've even used a rocket launcher, and you're still saying you won't kill me?

Outside, a Black man was carrying a rocket launcher on his shoulder, aiming right at him.

With no time to think, he quickly jumped to the side and somersaulted behind the bar counter.

Outside, the burly Black man didn't hesitate anymore. He pulled the trigger, and a shell with a white trail streaked through the window, heading straight for the Villa's living room.

Bang!

An explosion rang out, and flames shot up inside the Villa. The wine glasses hanging over the bar were shattered by the shockwave, showering Tom in glass shards.

But now clearly wasn't the time to worry about that. He racked his brain but couldn't figure out who he had offended.

Outside, six Black men rushed into the Villa. Five held rifles, and one carried a rocket launcher on his shoulder.

One of them kicked open the Villa's door. Looking at the messy hall, he glanced around and said, "Come out on your own, and we won't kill you."

Hearing this, Tom's heart sank halfway. You're even using a rocket launcher, and you still say you won't kill me?

Seeing no response, a hideous grin appeared on the face of the burly Black man with the rocket launcher as he slowly walked toward the bar.

After all, while he was outside, he had seen him running this way. Of course, he had intentionally waited for him to run away before pulling the trigger.

After all, their mission wasn't to kill him.

Tom thought he was well-hidden, but in the next moment, something cold suddenly pressed against his head. This feeling... it felt like metal!

He slowly looked up, and when he saw the scene before him, he almost wet himself in fear.

It was indeed metal, but it was a shell.

Yes, the burly Black man was pointing the rocket launcher right at him.

"Hey, will you come out yourself, or should we carry you out?"

Tom didn't dare to argue and quickly stood up with his hands raised.

Only then did he realize there were five other men in the hall, each holding a rifle. Yes, not pistols, but rifles.

This made him even more confused. Who had he provoked? A rocket launcher plus rifles—this kind of equipment was enough for a counter-terrorism operation.

Without a word, the leading Black man stepped forward and smashed the butt of his gun into Tom's face. A tooth immediately flew out of his mouth, and blood flowed freely.

"shit, who are you people? Why do you want to kill me? At least let me die knowing why."

"fuck you, I really want to just shoot you dead."

Hearing this, one of the Black men's expression turned cold. He raised his weapon, making a move as if to shoot him dead.

"Enough, don't forget our objective."

The leader raised his hand to stop his teammate, then turned to look coldly at Tom. "Get on TikTok, return to Angel's livestream room, and say you're going to start a stream to apologize."

Hearing this, Tom knew exactly who had sent these people. He just hadn't expected them to move so fast. Not long after he left the livestream, in that short amount of time, they had not only found his location but also hired gunmen.

Looking at the wrecked phone on the ground, he smiled bitterly. "The phone was destroyed by your explosion. I can't log in. How about I borrow one of yours?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped again. "fuck, do you think we're idiots? Since the phone is broken, you're useless. Just kill him."

The leading Black man said indifferently, standing up as he finished.

His companion nearby heard this and slowly raised his gun. Seeing this, Tom shook his head frantically. "Don't shoot! I... I have a spare phone."

On the other side!

In Zhang Yaolin's livestream room, everyone waited and waited, but Tom still hadn't returned.

This made some people impatient.

[Didn't they say he'd be back? How long are we supposed to wait?]

[Exactly. Could Tom have been right? Do you guys just like to brag?]

[Damn, the haters have found their chance. Don't think we don't know you came from A-Yan's hater livestream room; who are you trying to be sarcastic with?]

[Right, wait if you want, or don't. No one's forcing you to stay.]

Just as the bullet comments in the livestream room were about to start a fight, a pop-up appeared, looking particularly eye-catching.

Tom has entered the room!

[He's here, he's here! Holy crap, Brother Jun is simply divine. He said the guy would come back, and he really did.]

[I'm curious how Brother Jun calculated this. Could Brother Jun be a fortune teller? I'm in love.]

[Whoa, Brother Jun can tell fortunes? For real? Is he taking disciples? I really want to learn this.]

Seeing this in front of his screen, Wang Shaojun just smiled faintly and didn't reply with a bullet comment.

After all, most people really couldn't learn this maneuver.

Tom: [I'm sorry, Big Brother Jun Lin Tian Xia, and to Big Brother's fans. I shouldn't have cursed at you. I was wrong. I'll start a stream in a moment and kneel down to apologize to you. I hope you can forgive my rudeness.]

This reversal instantly made everyone in the livestream room lose their cool.

He was so arrogant before, not only failing to meet the requirements but also insulting people before leaving. Only a short while had passed, and his attitude had done a complete 180-degree turn.

[Holy shit, is this the real Tom or a fake one? Wasn't he quite arrogant before? Why has he changed like this, even wanting to start a stream and kneel to apologize to Brother Jun?]

[We still prefer your previous unruly look. Please bring it back.]

Jokes aside, once they saw Tom actually start a livestream, everyone swarmed in.

Even Zhang Yaolin was no exception. In Tom's livestream room, a man was kneeling on the ground, one side of his face bright red, with traces of blood at the corner of his mouth.

This scene left Wang Shaojun's fans completely stunned.

[Whoa, what's going on? Did he sneak some ketchup? He should've wiped his mouth before starting the stream. It'd be bad if people misunderstood.]

[Damn, if you hadn't said anything, I would've thought it was blood. So it's ketchup!]

[I can tell Brother Jun has already had someone reach a consensus with him.]

[Yeah, I can tell.]

Looking at the bullet comments in the livestream room, Tom cautiously glanced off-camera at the cold shell of the rocket launcher pointed at his head.

With this thing pointed at him, he had no choice but to reach a consensus!

He didn't dare hesitate. Right now, he just wanted to send these thugs away as quickly as possible.

Thinking of this, he knelt on the ground and looked into the camera with a sincere expression. "I'm sorry, Big Brother Jun Lin Tian Xia, and to Big Brother's fans. Please forgive my rudeness. I shouldn't have sent bullet comments to insult you. I really know I was wrong now. If I encounter you on TikTok in the future, I'll definitely stay as far away as possible. Please don't hold it against me. You aren't idiots; I am. I'm a big idiot."

After speaking, fearing he didn't seem sincere enough, he immediately kowtowed three times.

It could be said he was full of sincerity, and he gave Wang Shaojun plenty of face.

Everyone was satisfied, except for the American friends in the livestream room whose faces were a bit dark.

Although this was Tom's individual action, in their eyes, it was bowing his head to the East.

However, no one dared to stand up at this time. None of them were fools; they all understood why Tom was doing this.

If he didn't do this, who knows where he would have been buried by now.