A siren wailed through the man’s audio. His expression snapped from rage to terror.
Less than two minutes later, the camera shook violently. Police burst in with guns drawn and ordered him to put the child down.
The last thing the stream caught was an officer lifting Keaton into his arms. Before the feed cut, the officer glanced at the Blossom Drugstore account and said to the unseen woman behind those hands, “The internet needs more creators like you. That’s how a community gets better.”
The chat went feral.
[Stop whining about why she went private. He’s a child. His privacy is protected.]
[I study law. Is it just me, or does the host know procedure way too well?]
[This is a medical stream. How did we end up with criminal investigations?]
[Doesn’t matter. This is the kind of content that actually helps people. Haters can leave.]
Then a massive special effect erupted across the screen, like a dragon breathing fire.
[vipFeastwell entered the livestream]
The entrance banner burned across the top in oversized, gold-stamped letters. Everyone noticed.
[No way, she pulled in an Obsidian Elite!]
On this platform, that title meant someone had spent at least a million online.
The newcomer didn’t say a word. He dropped ten diamonds at once, triggering a glittering “diamond rain” effect.
Above Obsidian Elite was Supreme Seraphim, but fewer than ten people on the entire platform had it—one of them rumored to be the site’s owner.
The staffer monitoring the stream recognized the ID and went pale. This time she was smart enough to retreat to a corner and call the boss.
“Please get a message to Mr. Crown or Mrs. Crown. Their son just walked into Loyce’s livestream. I have a bad feeling.”
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