Livestream Conflict-solver: The Whole Internet Begs Me for Justice!

169: Stop right now! Is that a barbell plate?Zhang Ze had just landed and picked up a small pistol when he saw a teammate excitedly run over and drop a newly picked up Level 3 Helmet, Level 3 Vest, and a fully-equipped M4 at his feet.

”God Zhou, here! I’ll go find you an 8x scope next!”

Zhang Ze: ”...”

Are you guys playing a game, or offering tribute?

Just then, the Streamer’s screen was suddenly covered by a massive gift effect.

[”Dragon Country Little Rich Girl” sent ”Carnival” X1]

Immediately following, there was another one.

[”Dragon Country Little Rich Girl” sent ”Carnival” X10]

Ten Carnivals in a row. The effects were like setting off fireworks during the New Year, almost completely blocking the game screen.

Zhang Ze’s game character was nearly sniped by a distant enemy.

”Hey, hey, hey! Sera! Stop sending gifts! You’re messing up my controls!” Zhang Ze shouted into the microphone.

The ID ”Dragon Country Little Rich Girl” belonged to Sera’s account.

The barrage exploded.

[Holy cow! It’s Sister-in-Law! Hello, Sister-in-Law!]

[The main wife is checking up on him, Brothers!]

[Sister-in-Law is generous! Does this mean God Zhou should stop playing and hurry home to kneel on durian?]

Sera seemed to understand Zhang Ze’s words, stopped sending gifts, and posted a comment.

[Go for it! Blow them up!]

Just as Zhang Ze breathed a sigh of relief, another force rose up in the live stream room.

[”Guardian Southeast Asia Branch CEO” sent ”Heart of the Universe” X20]

Shawa, that guy, was actually watching the live stream too!

”Shawa! Do you have so much money you don’t know what to do with it!” Zhang Ze laughed angrily. ”Have you finished reading the company development plan I sent you? Can’t you use this money to give the Brothers some bonuses?”

Shawa immediately responded via comment.

[Boss! I finished reading it! We’ve already started executing it! This little bit of money is an offering to you! If you don’t accept it, you’re looking down on me!]

That familiar line... Zhang Ze felt his blood pressure rising.

The fans went crazy.

[Charge! We can’t let the Southeast Asia Branch steal the spotlight from our headquarters!]

[Brothers! Let’s protect the best God Zhou in the world!]

[Send gifts! Let Sister-in-Law and CEO Shawa see the strength of our Dragon Country family members!]

In an instant, various gift effects flew across the screen.

Sports cars, rockets, castles... Zhang Ze’s screen was no longer just lagging.

He couldn’t see anyone at all.

He could only see a pile of colorful light.

”Damn it!”

Zhang Ze roared in frustration and gave up controlling the game.

”I’m not playing! I’m not playing!”

”You guys are sniping me!”

Zhang Ze leaned back in his chair, looking at the dazzling effects on the screen with a heartbroken expression.

”family members, I feel sorrow for you.”

”A perfectly good competitive game, a platform to showcase skill and friendship, has been forcefully turned into a wealth-flaunting gala by you all.”

”It’s too vulgar!”

”Can money buy happiness? No, it will only corrupt your pure hearts!”

As he spoke, he skillfully opened the backend, and watching the rapidly increasing gift revenue, the sorrow on his face deepened further.

The comments completely derailed the topic.

[Got it. What Brother Ze means is: Hurry up, don’t stop!]

[Corrupt me! Corrupt me fiercely with money!]

[God Zhou, stop scolding! I’m going to take out a loan right now to send you gifts!]

Zhang Ze cleared his throat, deciding to salvage his image as a positive energy Streamer.

”Fine, to prevent everyone from straying further down the wrong path, let’s switch to a different activity today.”

”As the saying goes, health is the capital for revolution. Today, I will take everyone to experience the charm of exercise.”

Saying this, he stood up, controlling the live stream camera to follow him.

”Let me take the family members on a tour of my... gym.”

He paused deliberately, enjoying the gasps of astonishment that were about to erupt in the comments.

[??? You have a gym at home?]

[Didn’t you say last time you only had an e-sports room? God Zhou, how many things are you hiding from us!]

[Blind guess: it’s about the quality of those coin-operated kiddie rides at a convenience store.]

Zhang Ze didn’t speak, he just leisurely walked through the second-floor corridor.

The camera ”casually” swept past an incomprehensible modern painting hanging on the wall, and then ”casually” skimmed over an oddly shaped floor lamp in the corner.

Those in the comments who recognized the items immediately started educating others.

[Holy crap, that painting! It was auctioned at Sotheby’s last month, eight-figure closing price!]

[That lamp is a limited edition by an Italian designer. My family only has a matching... lampshade.]

[The dagger is finally revealed! God Zhou, stop pretending, you just want to show off your wealth!]

He pushed open a pair of double doors at the end of the corridor.

”We’re here. I just tidied it up a bit, family members, please don’t mind the mess.”

Behind the doors was a space large enough to make any fitness enthusiast scream.

The entire room was over a hundred square meters, covered with professional sports flooring. On one side, leaning against the wall, was a full row of top-tier fitness equipment, ranging from cardio to strength training: treadmills, elliptical machines, functional trainers, Smith machines—everything imaginable, all gleaming with cold metallic luster.

On the other side was a floor-to-ceiling mirror wall and a complete set of dumbbell racks, neatly organized from 1 kg to 100 kg, a magnificent sight.

The live stream room was silent for two seconds.

Then, the comments went wild.

[Mind the mess? What am I going to use to mind the mess? My second-hand treadmill that squeaks after two steps?]

[I’m crying. The gym I bought a membership for isn’t as big as God Zhou’s bathroom.]

[Training partner: Shawa. Subject: How to properly offer tribute to the boss.]

”Ahem, these are all just basic pieces of equipment.” Zhang Ze changed into loose athletic wear and began warming up on a mat. ”It’s mainly because I’m busy with work and don’t have time to go out, so I just casually work out at home.”

He said ”casually work out,” but his movements were anything but casual.

His warm-up routine was not the typical stretching taught by ordinary fitness coaches.

Instead, it was a fluid combination of movements, incorporating the flexibility of yoga, the opening and closing movements of martial arts, and certain inhumanly twisted angles.

He even supported himself with one hand on the floor, his body parallel to the ground, performing a slow-motion version of a horizontal plank.

[???]

[My waist: Look into my eyes and say that again, this is called a warm-up?]

Zhang Ze finished his warm-up, stood up, and stretched his wrists.

”Alright, let’s start with a few simple sets of bench presses today.”

He walked to the bench press rack, pushed the empty bar a few times, and then started adding weight plates.

One plate, two plates... The viewers in the live stream watched him slowly add four heavy weight plates to each side of the barbell.

Total weight: 200 kilograms.

[Stop! God Zhou! Stop quickly! Are those weight plates? Those are life-threatening iron discs!]

[Oh my goodness, 200 kilograms? The coaches at my gym aren’t even that intense when they go for their maximum lift!]

[It must be fake. They must be props, made of foam inside.]

Zhang Ze lay down on the bench press, adjusted his breathing, and spoke to the camera.

”family members, when working out, always know your limits and put safety first. This weight is what I usually train with. Friends who haven’t trained before absolutely must not imitate this.”

After speaking, he exerted force with both hands and easily lifted the barbell.

One rep, two reps, three reps... His form was textbook perfect, he didn’t have a single unnecessary expression on his face, and his breathing rhythm was exceptionally steady.

He even had the leisure to interact with the comments.

”This weight, for me, is about the same as you lifting your phone.”