“Wow! So cool! How on earth did you do that?” The female reporter almost shoved her camera right up to Xu Bei’s face.
“Shut up.” Xu Bei raised his hand and punched her square in the face, unwilling to listen to her nasal tone.
“Ah!! What do you mean by that? Don’t you know what manners are? I was just watching, why did you hit me? Who does that? Are you even a man? Ahhhhh! Wuuuu!”
The invading female streamer, punched in the face, had her mouth twisted, but it didn’t stop her from talking—in fact, she spoke even more, her tone growing more shrill.
Xu Bei’s gaze was devoid of emotion—no sympathy, no remorse.
“If this were the real world, I’d probably just slink away after being cursed by a woman. But this is a game…”
He subtly adjusted his stance, shifted sideways, and unleashed two lightning-fast punch strikes, thoroughly shattering the jaw of the nagging invading female streamer.
She really couldn’t utter another word, her health depleted to zero, her eyes wide with nothing but hatred, her half-broken mouth still moving as she gradually vanished on the spot.
“Comforting, the whole world is silent now.”
Xu Bei felt as if his soul had been purified.
(Cool filial son, cool)
(SXZS)
(So deadly)
(SXZS)
(SXZS)
(So comfortable)
(Amazing)
He glanced at the barrage of comments. It seemed the viewers were very approving of what he’d done; everyone was feeling satisfied.
They had even created an English abbreviation for SXZS, which roughly meant “Cool! Filial Son! Cool!”
It was probably an internet meme, a little awkward, especially since his name was missing a character.
“Don’t you guys know it’s missing a character? The meaning gets completely reversed! Can you type my full name?” Xu Bei twitched his mouth and couldn’t help but complain.
But his complaint only triggered more SXZS comments.
The audience wouldn’t listen to the streamer’s nonsense; they just liked to play opposites.
“Didn’t you go too hard hitting a woman? A bit uncouth, don’t you think?”
Suddenly, Sang Biao appeared behind Xu Bei and mothered him, instantly ruining his good mood.
Xu Bei turned around, his expression serious. “I think we need to have a proper talk.”
“Talk about what?” Sang Biao asked doubtfully.
“Life philosophies,” Xu Bei replied immediately, then added, “We’re teammates, but our views on life have huge conflicts. We need to resolve these contradictions through conversation.”
“I think you’re pretty alright, bro,” Sang Biao said, not thinking either of them had issues.
“But I think you have a problem. You say you won’t kill women… ahem, tell me, besides not hitting women, what else don’t you hit?” Xu Bei asked.
“I don’t kill women, elders, or children,” Sang Biao answered.
“See, there’s the problem,” Xu Bei said, as if he’d already anticipated her answer.
“What’s wrong with that?” Sang Biao tilted her head, her actions just as motherly.
“Never mind the elderly and children for now. Why don’t you hit women?” Xu Bei asked again.
“Not bullying women and children is our industry rule,” Sang Biao replied.
“See, that’s the problem. That’s gender discrimination. You’re discriminating against women,” Xu Bei said, raising his hand and pointing rather rudely.
At that moment, the chat exploded with GYG (dog-eat-dog) and infighting comments.
“How am I discriminating against women? I’m protecting them,” Sang Biao retorted.
“By what right do you define women as weak? Do you know what gender equality is? Is it that women can’t hold a kitchen knife? Or that they can’t shoot a gun? You not hitting women—that’s discrimination!” Xu Bei analyzed seriously.
“…” Sang Biao was dumbfounded by his barrage of words, falling into deep thought.
She couldn’t understand why her sense of justice—refusing to hit women—was actually discrimination.
Not just her; even the chat was stunned for a long while.
Though the streamer’s words were nonsense and full of twisted logic, somehow, they sounded very convincing.
“This is the difference in our perspectives. Your thinking is some old-fashioned grandpa’s outdated idea. What I just said is true respect for women; this is gender equality; this is commitment to eliminating gender differences. So please, next time female enemies appear before us, I hope you can use your baton to smash them to bits,” Xu Bei said gravely.
“I refuse. Although I think what you say makes sense, I’m just old-fashioned. I won’t betray my beliefs. If I have to go against them, I’d rather die—even if I’m beaten to death by a woman,” Sang Biao firmly refused, showing no sign of changing her mind.
Xu Bei put his hands on his hips, took a deep breath, raised his hand and pointed at her face, but couldn’t manage to say a word.
He was starting to guess what Sang Biao’s previous occupation was.
Only someone in that line of work would hold on to such a foolish creed.
Not a killer in a video game taking contracts to scam others, but a real-life assassin.
They preferred to call themselves [Assassins].
Members of an ancient assassin organization, just like Sang Biao, who followed a whole bunch of useless rules.
No killing women, no killing elderly, no killing children, no killing good people—only kill bad people.
The inevitable result was not getting any contracts, being fully replaced by more ruthless modern killers, and the assassins starving to death.
Never thought he’d meet a real assassin—his neighbor, no less.
Xu Bei had only heard of such people but never met one; truly a rare sight.
“I don’t understand how people like you, bound by obsession, rules, and morals, ever get out? Are you a traitor?” Xu Bei joked suddenly.
“That can’t be said lightly,” Sang Biao’s expression grew serious, her tone cold.
“What I said, you don’t like hearing. Just like you said I’m disrespecting women, I don’t like hearing that either,” Xu Bei smiled.
“…” Sang Biao remained silent but her eyes were full of anger.
“I have a good idea to resolve our conflict,” Xu Bei’s mind sparked, and he raised his hand to the ceiling.
“What idea?” Sang Biao asked.
“We have a sparring match; whoever wins, the loser obeys. You win, you keep following your path and I apologize. I win, you have to brutally beat up female jumpers. Simple,” Xu Bei proposed with a shrug.
“I’m afraid I can’t control my strength and might kill you. My technique has no restraint—once I strike, it’s full force,” Sang Biao said arrogantly.
“That’s fine, this is a game world. We’re teammates, so no real harm can be done. Sparring is about skill, let’s see whose skill makes the other submit,” Xu Bei’s smile faded.
After all he said, his real goal was to test his good neighbor’s true strength.