Chapter 152 - Chapter 152: Chapter 135 He is God! (Please Subscribe)_2 (2/2)
“`
Swipe!
A simple interface of a forum appeared before his eyes.
In the forum, a large number of posts related to the “Old Street Factory District” were sticky threads.
>[Sticky] The real fraud process in the Old Street Factory District!
>[Sticky] You’d never imagine the paradise you think of is actually a hell crawling with devils!
>[Sticky] This is what happens when you try to escape from the Old Street Factory District!
>[Sticky] What happens when you’re deemed worthless in the Old Street Factory District?
>[Sticky] For the faint of heart, see the real Old Street Factory District!
…
Mi swallowed hard and clicked on one of the posts with a somber face.
The post redirected and soon a video appeared.
As the video began to play, a series of grating laughter penetrated the eardrums of Mi, Awei, and the others.
In the center of the video frame, a man dragging a mangled leg, covered in blood, suffered a heavy blow to the forehead. Fresh blood gushed out, his face full of terror.
Surrounding him were men in floral shirts, each holding an iron rod, emitting ear-piercing laughter.
Suddenly, one of the floral shirts, without hesitation, brought down a rod heavily on the man’s arm.
“Ahhhh—”
In an instant, veins bulged on the man’s face, filled with agony, a piercing scream emanating from the depths of his throat!
Another blow fell!
This one struck the man’s head and in a breath’s time, silence followed.
The others holding iron rods hushed.
Two of them dragged the man away, to an unknown destination.
On the video, comments floated by.
[This is too much!]
[These people are really fucking bastards!]
[Who still says that’s a place to make big money, go on, you go!]
[So cold-blooded! They actually entertain themselves like this!]
[I can’t imagine things like this are still happening!]
[You see that, go arrest them, punish them all!!!]
[…]
At the end of the video, Mi’s face was difficult to look at, ashen and very somber.
This was a video he targeted at a piglet trying to escape.
In this forum.
There were also many related posts, densely packed, sending chills down one’s spine.
The posts were all exposing the “Old Street Factory District”!
For example, uncooperative piglets were put into tiny, narrow cages, left to bake in the sun or soaked in icy water!
Piglets who didn’t meet their performance targets, for every meal, could only eat stinking slop.
The list of examples was endless.
Each horrific scene spread through the forum, the number of viewers and comments kept growing, quickly forming a powerful force.
Not only in forums, but news media, video platforms, and social media apps were also abuzz with content spreading everywhere.
Trending searches! Headlines! Front pages!
Suddenly, the Old Street Factory District became the center of public attention!
“Delete the posts!”
“Control the comments!”
“What the hell are you doing!”
Mi roared at the technical staff on the second floor in anger.
But no one responded.
Because the posts weren’t made sticky by the forum operators, but by the posters through “technical” means.
The same was true for the videos and news.
They simply had no way to crack the person’s technique and take down the posts.
So they could only watch as the public opinion fermented, and eventually it turned into a huge wave that completely drowned them.
Mi collapsed onto a chair, breathing heavily.
Piecing together everything that had happened today, he finally confirmed this was an operation targeting the entire Old Street Factory District!
But, he had not a single solution to this operation against the Old Street Factory District.
The mastermind behind the scenes was like a director viewing from God’s perspective, blocking every possible escape for the Old Street Factory District!
No, he was God!
But who was he?
Mi racked his brains but couldn’t come up with an answer to this question.
Because he could never have imagined that the so-called “Little Karami” in his eyes would personally destroy everything he had just obtained.
“`