Darnell received a distress call from the visiting Ybaulla delegation, nearly bringing him to tears. He felt cursed by a streak of bad luck this year; it always seemed to be him on duty when such incidents occurred. He'd just watched the livestream, finding a strange sense of satisfaction in it. Robin deserved what he got, even if it meant being beaten to a pulp. Darnell harbored no desire to save him. He instantly recognized the girl in the video as the one who'd been with Aurora at the dessert shop that day.
Later, news spread among Betrico's upper echelons that Jeremiah's girlfriend was named Yvette. "This name?" Darnell mused, realizing that at the dessert shop, Susan and Yvette had teamed up against a troublemaker. The situation's significance remained unclear. Darnell, hesitant to act without orders, reported to his superiors, awaiting instructions.
Reopening the livestream, Darnell saw Robin groaning on the ground, blood splattered everywhere. Yvette, meanwhile, sat calmly enjoying a milkshake; the scene was eerily unsettling. Suddenly, the chat room exploded with a barrage of carnival gifts, not from one person, but a group of over a dozen. The screen blazed with color, dazzling viewers.
The chat erupted: “[Whoa! Who’s doing this? Those carnival gifts are worth 1 million dollars, right?]” “[It’s not just one person. Those IDs are all new, wow…]” “[How many are there now? How many gifts?]” “[Can’t keep count. Can’t keep count.]” “[This is crazy! How much money is this? The streamer’s about to get rich!]”
The male streamer was stunned. These gifts could buy him a house in Betrico. The screen continued filling with carnival gifts, sports cars, and fireworks; the livestream room was in chaos, everyone wondering about the identities of these generous viewers.
At the Mitchell residence, Samantha watched, a smile playing on her lips. Yvette's actions had been undeniably fierce. Samantha contacted her group chat with the "compound kids," some of whom had witnessed Yvette's handling of the Kiera incident at the bar. After sending the livestream link, no further explanation was needed; the kids flooded the livestream with gifts. The group's name, coined by Andrew despite initial opposition, was secured by Samantha's and Jeremiah's support.
After sending thirty carnival gifts, Joel messaged the group: “[Wow, Yvette is really awesome. Next time I see her, I must bow to her twice!]” Jared followed with twenty sports car gifts: “[Say no more. Count me in. I’ll bow three times. Robin totally deserves this!]” Court's son added: “[Damn. Let's bow together! Mine'll be the loudest!]” “[You three are impressive. Yvette's even stronger sober than tipsy!]” “[Impressed now? I’ve been impressed for ages! Let’s bow together!]” “[You two still chit-chatting? Hurry back and keep sending gifts!]”
Samantha, smiling, put away her phone. The situation had escalated; she had to support Yvette, no matter the cost.
At Sunrise Group, Liam watched the livestream with wide, shocked eyes, his expression one of horror. He wondered about Ms. Zeller's identity: "The Jenkins family's son, beaten so easily? I'm totally impressed!"
Seeing Howard, Liam exclaimed, "Boss, you have to see this!" Howard's expression darkened as he watched Yvette sip her milkshake. He mused, "Ms. Zeller is the world's top assassin. Robin's fate is hers to decide. The problem is everyone's seen it – that's troublesome."
"Didn't the Jenkins family want us to invest?" Howard asked. Liam nodded. "The Ybaulla branch is reviewing it."
Howard, glancing at the barely conscious Robin, coldly stated, "Tell them there's no need to consider it. Reject it. Say Robin messed with the wrong person; we'll never deal with the Jenkins family again."
Liam, bewildered, thought about Robin offending Yvette and the ensuing fallout. Howard, noticing the influx of gifts, asked, "What's this?"
Liam explained, "Mr. Yates, those are viewers sending gifts to support Ms. Zeller."
Howard promptly ordered, "Move 15 million dollars from my account and send it all." Liam was shocked as Howard left. The livestream room exploded again; someone had anonymously sent 15 million dollars worth of gifts before deactivating their account.
At the police station, an hour later, Darnell received orders: as long as Robin was alive, it was Clusia's concern. No outside interference was needed. The message was clear. Darnell gave the order to proceed, emphasizing the need for realism.
The young officer driving maintained a steady thirty miles per hour. Darnell, relaxed, enjoyed the scenery. The officer commented on their speed. Darnell instructed him to slow down to twenty-five.
Three police cars, led by Darnell, proceeded cautiously. Inside the café, Robin drifted in and out of consciousness, having just sent a request for help to the Ybaulla delegation. Yvette, having finished two milkshakes, ordered pasta, transforming the situation into an unexpected mukbang. Lucy sat opposite her, Robin in the corner, battered and bloodied, the scene resembling a crime scene.