Are You Crazy? You're Telling Me This Is a Fugitive TV Show?

Facing real police, he decided it was wiser to explain everything thoroughly.

Having said that, he turned his gaze to the assassins. Witnessing Wang Yun’s mere glance sent a shiver down their spines. Some were so frightened that their feet became damp and soggy. They were scared to the point of wetting themselves.

“Make sure you all cooperate with our police comrades! Understand?” Wang Yun bellowed.

“Loud and clear, loud and clear!”

“Understood, Brother Wang Yun, I got it!”

“Officer, I’ll fully cooperate, I acknowledge my crimes, I admit my guilt!”

As Wang Yun prepared to leave, echoes of exhilarated shouts, as if heralding salvation, rang from the office behind him.

Stepping out of the Dragon Wind Building, Wang Yun promptly activated the camera on his chest.

Two hours had passed since the camera was turned off, diverging from the executive producer’s plan to resume after three hours.

Wang Yun decided to go live earlier.

The live broadcast was instantly overwhelmed to the point of crashing. Like floodwaters breaching a dam, barrages of comments cascaded across the screen in a furious flurry. The sheer speed of it left the producers backstage dumbfounded.

This marked the first occasion the live broadcast had gone dark for such an extended period. It was also a premiere of sorts, as viewers experienced a torrent of comments cascading down like a sudden, fierce storm from the heavens.

“Whoa, Big Bro’s back!”

“I’ve been clutching my phone, too anxious to even think about sleeping!”

“Anyone remember that last sound from the camera right before Big Brother cut the feed?”

“Sounds like Big Brother was ambushed. Hope he’s alright!”

“Now that the camera’s back on, Big Bro must be fine!”

“Big Brother, please be okay, don’t scare us! I was so freaked out I kept my phone on even in the shower!”

“Did I miss anything? What’s going on, where’s Big Brother now?”

The audience’s frenzy painted the screen with their concern and curiosity. Although Wang Yun couldn’t see their messages, he was in direct contact with the producer.

“The assassin group has been dealt with, and the cops have them in custody. You’ve reviewed the poison I developed, right? If it’s all clear, it’s time to send someone. Thirty of them, not one less,” Wang Yun said.

“Don’t worry, brother, I’ve meticulously selected and prepared them for you. They’re already at the ready, waiting at the upcoming intersection.”

“Furthermore, this assassin organization has a significant stockpile of gunpowder. I’m hoping we can exchange it for equivalent quantities of simulated gunpowder. Additionally, among these fifteen assassins, their expertise varies from swordsmanship, archery, sniping, to hand-to-hand combat. And then, there are the fifteen IT specialists, each a computer genius. I plan to replicate every skill they possess,” Wang Yun elaborated.

Upon hearing his remarks, the executive producer’s lips twitched involuntarily. Nothing could bypass Wang Yun’s scrutiny, nobody could gain the slightest edge over him.

Truly impermeable.

“Cough, I understand, that can be arranged.”

With that, the executive producer preemptively ended the conversation, nervous about Wang Yun proposing even more staggering demands next.

Simultaneously, the director was notified by the police wanting to discuss matters in person. This prompted him to hastily make his way to the meeting.

***

Sure enough, at a less crowded street corner ahead, Wang Yun encountered six vehicles.

Upon seeing Wang Yun, the group immediately disembarked from their vehicles. Dressed in plain clothes, their expressions bore a seriousness that contrasted with the reverence, excitement, and envy sparked by Wang Yun’s presence.

Indeed, these were the expressions.

The executive producer had sourced these individuals from Hengdian, each one nearly a top-tier actor in their own right. Their exceptional acting skills allowed them to immerse rapidly into their assigned roles.

“Brother Yun!”

The moment Wang Yun approached, thirty voices simultaneously intoned in a grave chorus, echoing the reverence typically reserved for a formidable leader. This display momentarily caught Wang Yun off guard and once again set the live broadcast audience ablaze with excitement.

“Brother Yun, I’m Lei Zi, tasked with coordinating the assignments.”

“Brother Yun, they call me Fist, capable of shattering walls with a single punch!”

“Brother Yun, the name’s Glasses. I specialize in acquiring clients’ data and information. My expertise lies in cyber tracking.”

“Brother Yun, I’m Xiao Qing. I’m known for my extraordinary stamina, enough to exhaust two dogs!”

One after another, members of the organization stepped forward to introduce themselves to Wang Yun. Observing each individual confidently assume their role, Wang Yun nodded in approval, clearly satisfied with the assembly before him.

“Enough, no need for introductions. I’m already acquainted with each of your identities. Let’s head to my place first. Also, there are a few brothers of mine whose whereabouts are currently unknown. I’ll need you to track them down shortly,” Wang Yun cut them off directly.

He cast a sweeping glance around. The bystanders had already begun to cast curious glances their way.

It was hard not to attract attention with over thirty people congregating in the alleyway.

The crowd nodded, respectfully gesturing for Wang Yun to enter the vehicle. The ‘home’ Wang Yun referred to was, of course, a grand villa belonging to Liang Long located on the outskirts of Xiyun City.

He had now taken over everything from the assassin organization. Consequently, Liang Long’s villa was included in this inheritance.

However, it’s worth noting that this villa was temporarily leased by the production team. The real Liang Long’s villa had been sealed off, pending police investigation.

Shortly after, following the executive producer’s instructions, Wang Yun arrived at the entrance of his new personal villa. Gazing at the sprawling luxury villa nestled on the hillside before him, he couldn’t help but inhale a deep breath of oxygen.

***

“What’s happening? How did Big Brother suddenly end up with such a massive villa?”

“And it’s not just any villa. We’ve got Xiao Qing, Glasses, and talks of an organization. What in the world is going on?”

“What exactly did Big Brother do in the two hours he was off the grid?”

“I’ve got a feeling it’s something that’s going to shake the heavens and earth!”

“I’m dying of curiosity here, desperate to know the scoop. Does anyone know what Big Brother has been up to?”

Viewers in the livestream were frantically scratching their heads in bewilderment, utterly baffled by the developments.

In merely a span of two hours, how did Wang Yun suddenly acquire so many subordinates? And each one of these underlings, with their own unique set of skills, just by their aura alone, were clearly no ordinary individuals.

At this moment, as Wang Yun surveyed the villa before him, even with his mental preparedness, he was still taken aback.

“Damn, this show’s really something else. This isn’t just a villa. It’s practically Liang Long’s estate!”

“Brother, we sourced this villa on short notice. It may not match Liang Long’s in terms of luxury, but it’s close. Over the years, Liang Long funneled all his ill-gotten gains into real estate, owning properties across various cities. There’s also a sum of money tied up in various investments, leaving him with relatively limited liquid assets, just a few hundred thousand. Would you prefer this in cash?”

“Cough…well,”

As Wang Yun was evaluating the villa, which bore semblance to an estate, the producer began to explain, albeit with a voice that tapered off toward the end.

Wang Yun could tell without a second thought that the producer was pinching pennies and playing him. But that hardly mattered. Surviving another day meant that the money alone would dwarf Liang Long’s assets.

Money wasn’t the prime objective. The real prize was Liang Long’s properties scattered across the cities.