111: Chapter 111 He'd risk his life for a betting agreement!

Zhou Hai's hand froze in mid-air.

The blood-stained burger slipped from his hand and landed on the table with a "thud."

He stared fixedly at Su Yun on the screen, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

This VAM Agreement was something he had signed behind everyone's back.

Even his wife didn't know about it!

How did this fortune-teller know such a commercial secret so clearly!

The comments in the livestream completely exploded.

The fans who were just speaking up for Zhou Hai had all turned against him now.

"Holy crap! So it was for a VAM Agreement!"

"After all this time, we were just tools for him to make money!"

"Risking his life just to win ten million? What a ruthless guy!"

"I really thought he was dedicated just now, but it was all for the money!"

"What is this? A textbook example of wanting money over life?"

"Master Su is awesome! He even calculated the VAM Agreement!"

Su Yun ignored the flattery in the comments.

He looked at Zhou Hai's completely bloodless face and continued to twist the knife.

"Whether you want money over your life is your own business."

"But using fake eating to trick the audience into giving tips, that's just unacceptable."

Su Yun pointed at the screen.

"Zhou Hai, didn't you say you didn't fake it?"

"Didn't you say there wasn't a plastic bucket under your table?"

"Then tilt your camera down now and let everyone see what the clutter under your table actually is."

"In that black plastic bucket, is it really trash you're planning to throw away, or is it the burgers and fried chicken you just spat out?"

"Do you dare to let millions of viewers take a look?"

Zhou Hai panicked completely.

Of course he didn't dare let the viewers see.

That bucket was filled to the brim with food scraps he had spat out over the last half hour.

If it were exposed, his 'Big Eater' persona would completely collapse.

Not only would he fail the VAM Agreement, but he wouldn't be able to survive in this circle anymore!

"Shut up!"

Zhou Hai roared at the screen like a beast driven into a corner.

"This is a violation of my commercial secrets! I'm going to sue you! I'll make you lose everything!"

While roaring, he frantically reached for the cables on the table.

He had only one thought in his mind now.

Turn off the livestream!

He absolutely could not let that bucket be exposed!

He grabbed the camera's power cord and pulled it out with force.

"Don't pull it!"

The assistant beside him screamed in fear, trying to stop him.

But it was too late.

Zhou Hai used too much force; although the power cord was pulled out, he also lost his balance.

Even worse, this violent movement directly strained his already ruptured stomach.

"Argh!!!"

An extremely shrill scream erupted from Zhou Hai's mouth.

That sound didn't even seem like it could be made by a human.

He clutched his stomach tightly with both hands, curling up like a shrimp.

His foot slipped, and he fell straight off the chair.

He fell heavily under the table.

"Thud!"

A dull sound.

Zhou Hai's massive body hit the ground, just happening to crash into the large black plastic bucket under the table.

The bucket was already full, and with him crashing into it like that, it flipped directly onto the ground.

"Clatter!"

A large pile of semi-digested food scraps, emitting a sour stench, poured out of the bucket like a mudslide.

Chewed-up burger buns, half-eaten fried chicken pieces, and a mushy mixture of saliva and gastric juice.

It directly covered the entire floor.

Some even landed directly on Zhou Hai's face and body.

That disgusting smell, though it couldn't be smelled through the screen, the visual alone was enough to make one vomit up their dinner from the night before.

Coincidentally, Zhou Hai had only pulled out the camera's backup power cord.

The main data cable was still plugged into the computer.

And because of his pulling earlier, the camera had been dragged to the edge of the table, with the lens pointing straight down.

It captured the scene under the table clearly.

The more than three million viewers in the livestream watched helplessly as the black plastic bucket flipped over.

They watched as that disgusting vomit covered the floor.

They watched as the "mightiest eater" Brother Hai in their hearts lay in that pile of vomit, rolling in pain.

The comments completely stopped at this moment.

Everyone was repulsed by this extremely shocking imagery.

It took a full ten-plus seconds before the comments erupted like a geyser.

"Blech! I literally just vomited!"

"So disgusting! This is the so-called ten-million-level mukbanger?"

"It really was fake eating! He spat it all into the bucket!"

"I even gifted him thousands of yuan! I'm such a huge idiot!"

"Refund! Scammer! Refund!"

"This kind of person should be banned! So unscrupulous!"

"Master Su was absolutely right! This is ironclad proof of faking!"

"Look at Brother Hai! He looks like he's really dying!"

In the frame, Zhou Hai lay in that pile of vomit, no longer even having the strength to roll around.

Fresh blood was still gushing out of his mouth, staining the scraps on the ground red.

His eyes were rolling back, and his breathing was becoming weaker and weaker.

The assistant nearby was already scared witless, slumped on the floor, unable to even speak.

Su Yun sat in front of the screen, watching this scene with no expression on his face.

This was all Zhou Hai's own doing.

For money, he didn't even want his life, and he didn't even have a bottom line.

Now ending up like this could be considered getting what he deserved.

Su Yun picked up the teacup on the table and took a slow sip of water.

Then he spoke into the microphone.

"That assistant, stop spacing out over there and hurry up and call 120 for emergency help."

"Call them now and tell them the patient has an acute gastric perforation accompanied by massive hemorrhaging, and have them prepare the operating room immediately."

"Any later, and you can just contact the funeral parlor directly."

On the other side of the screen, Zhou Hai's assistant snapped out of it.

He scrambled to grab the phone that had fallen on the floor, his fingers trembling as he dialed 120.

"Hello! Is this 120! Come quickly and save him!"

"We're near Jiangcheng First Hospital! Yes, yes, yes!"

After shouting incoherently into the phone for a few sentences, he seemed to see something terrifying and lunged toward the computer.

With a "snap."

The video connection was forcibly cut off.

The image of Zhou Hai and that pile of vomit on the screen completely disappeared.

The livestream returned to the single shot of Su Yun.

Su Yun leaned back in his chair and took a sip of water from the teacup at his side.

But the comments had gone completely crazy, scrolling at a speed that made one's eyes dizzy.

"Holy crap! Someone's life is actually on the line!"

"The water in this mukbang industry is way too deep! It's all freaking fake!"

"If Master Su hadn't pointed it out today, who would have known there was a trash can hidden under his table!"

"To not even want his life to get famous, this Zhou Hai is also a ruthless guy."

"Ruthless my ass! That was for a twenty-million-yuan bonus! You'd risk your life too!"

"Master Su's mouth must be blessed, right? He said he had gastric bleeding and he really vomited blood!"

"What blessing! This is true ability! He even calculated the VAM Agreement, could that be a guess?"

"From now on, whoever dares to say Master Su follows a script, I'll be the first to flame them to death!"

"Brother Hai is completely finished this time; even if he's saved, this account is ruined."

"Serves him right! Scammers should end up like this! Refund!"

Su Yun looked at the screen full of comments, and the familiar mechanical voice sounded in his mind.

[Ding! The host has successfully exposed online fraud and saved a life.]

[Obtained merit points: 50.]

[Current merit points balance: 1750.]