Just as she was about to move, a wooden stick suddenly flew out with a soft whoosh. THUD. The stick struck Qin Feng squarely on the forehead.
Qin Feng, still holding his knife in a killing stance, saw his vision go black before he collapsed to the ground.
When she turned her head, she saw Chen Yan standing in the shade of the trees. He didn't speak or show himself, simply standing silently to the side, ready to provide help when Shen Zhiyao needed it.
The explicit scene wasn't something she could broadcast, so she could only make an excuse. "Oh! My phone's about to die, and I still need to contact the film crew. I'm going to end the stream for now."
[Don't go! I really want to know what happens next.]
[Streamer, let us see Meng Xiaoxiao! I want to know if she's safe.]
[Please, I'm begging you! Let us see Xiao Xiao!]
Shen Zhiyao ignored them and ended the stream.
The sea breeze blew past, carrying with it the thick stench of blood.
