"Wow! Lord Su, let me cling to your thigh!"
"I never imagined Su Chen was actually this capable. Not a hint of hesitation when he sent those gifts!"
"Impressive—looks like Sister Zhou's fiancé is no joke. I'm rooting for you!"
The proverbial phrase, 'the grass bends with the wind', found perfect embodiment in the fickle nature of certain netizens. Just a moment ago, they were ruthlessly tearing Su Chen down; now, they shamelessly sang his praises, rushing to curry favor.
"Haha, that was merely a taste of what I can do."
"Come now, let me show you what real extravagance looks like."
Su Chen laughed wildly, his confidence soaring. With another press, five hundred Super Fireworks were launched, filling the livestream with dazzling effects that stunned the audience.
Two million. And the rival hadn't even entered the fray yet.
The room exploded with chatter.
"Whoa! This guy's a real boss!"
"He's already thrown down two million and the other contender hasn't even shown up!"
"Su God, come visit my stream! I'll send you my private photo set if you add me on WeChat!"
Comments flooded the screen, hundreds every second. Su Chen, basking in the adulation, could not conceal the pride etched on his face.
But amidst the fanfare, he had not forgotten his true goal tonight.
After about thirty seconds, he leaned in and shouted into the stream:
"Hey, Chu Yi! What's taking you so long? Don't tell me you're scared—it's only two million. Don't tell me you've chickened out!"
"If you've given up, just say the word, get down on your knees, and beg for forgiveness. I might even consider letting you off easy!"
A light chuckle escaped Chu Yi's lips as he sat calmly before his computer.
He had been watching silently since the match began at 1 a.m., simply enjoying the show. But now, he decided it was time to speak.
"Su Chen," he typed, "am I to understand from your words that the loser must kneel and apologize in front of all the netizens?"
The message flashed across the public screen with enhanced effects, drawing everyone's attention.
"Haha! Of course!" Su Chen replied without a shred of hesitation.
"The loser must publicly kneel and bow their head in defeat for all to see!"
To him, victory was already in hand. After all, he still had eight million Fish Fins remaining in his account. Including the two million he just spent, he had a full ten million ready to crush any competition. Even the wealthiest second-generation elites wouldn't dare spend like this—unless they were insane.
He estimated that Chu Yi might, at best, have six or seven million. That confidence made him agree to the humiliating terms without so much as a second thought.
"Su Chen, you..."
Watching him accept the bet so readily, a flicker of worry appeared in Zhou Xiaofen's eyes. She couldn't quite place the feeling, but something felt ominously wrong.
"Don't worry, Sister Zhou," Su Chen reassured her, wearing an easy smile. "I've got this match in the bag."
Seeing how confident he was, Zhou Xiaofen said no more. She simply sat back and let him do as he pleased.
On the other side, Chu Yi let out a soft chuckle and typed another message:
"Very well then. Prepare yourself for the punishment."
Some viewers, however, remained skeptical.
"Talk is cheap! Su God's already thrown in two million, and you haven't even made a move!"
"Yeah! Don't just talk big—show us something we can believe in!"
"Exactly! Let's see two million from you before you run your mouth!"
Many hadn't witnessed the previous face-off, so they naturally questioned Chu Yi's ability.
"Alright then, let me show you what real power looks like."
Chu Yi glanced at his account. After subtracting the four million donated to Director Ye and five million spent on gifts, he had just over ten million left. Not nearly enough to secure victory.
But his true trump card wasn't money—it was the system.
"System, how many villain points do I need to exchange for ten million yuan?"
A voice echoed in his mind:
"Exchange rate: 1 point = 10,000 yuan."
"One thousand points for ten million," Chu Yi murmured.
"Exchange ten million yuan."
Ding! Ten million yuan has been successfully transferred to your account.
Excellent.
Within seconds, his account balance soared. Without hesitation, Chu Yi loaded the full ten million into the platform.
Then—twenty-five hundred Super Fireworks soared into the sky, filling the livestream with blinding spectacle.
Fortunately, the app supported one-click mass gifting, sparing Chu Yi the trouble of sending each gift individually.
The result was a visual onslaught that stunned every onlooker.
"F-Five million!?"
Even Su Chen, confident as he was, broke into a cold sweat. Five million in one go. What kind of financial monster was he up against?
Chu Yi smiled faintly and sent a new message:
"Your turn, Su Chen. Show me what you've got."
"Ai, I'm going to cry—used up my entire month's allowance just to duel with you."
"What!? Chu God already spent nearly ten million today and that's just one month's allowance? That's insane!"
"A real boss lives differently... Ten million a month—that's roughly 330,000 a day. That's like burning through cash like tissue!"
The viewers erupted in awe.
Meanwhile, beads of sweat trickled down Su Chen's forehead.
Five million. Right out of the gate.
And that was just his opponent's allowance?
Was the gap between them truly so vast?
No. Impossible.
He had a system. He was the chosen one.
How could a nobody with no name possibly compare to him?
Silently, Su Chen roared within. Then, with gritted teeth, he emptied the remainder of his account—eight million Fish Fins, gone in one sweep.
Ding! Through overwhelming force, you have delivered a severe psychological blow to Su Chen, drastically altering the storyline.
Stripped Su Chen of 5 Fortune Points. Awarded 1,000 Villain Points.