Chapter Eleven: Well Prepared

The alluring figure swayed to the rhythm of the music, and the previously calm onlookers suddenly erupted in excitement. Many men found themselves flushed with adrenaline.

Sensing the heated atmosphere, Lei Bujing became even more enthusiastic. "Lamborghini x99! Sky-Piercing Arrow x52!"

"Sister Li, you're amazing!"

"Encore! Encore!"

The whole livestream exploded with activity, leaving Lin Erke feeling somewhat awkward.

Lin Erke was a proper streamer—she could sing and dance, but never in such a seductive, provocative way. That simply wasn't her style.

Now, with the rhythm swept away by Sister Li, Lin Erke watched in growing anxiety as viewers trickled out of her channel.

Ma Wu, however, remained composed and unruffled—after all, as a man, he understood the male psyche better than anyone.

"Erke, do you remember the dance you performed at the school event last time?" Ma Wu asked.

Lin Erke looked at him in confusion. "I remember it, but will it really help here?"

"Just get ready to dance," Ma Wu replied, his tone brooking no refusal.

While Lin Erke prepared, Ma Wu tipped all 5.2 million in his account, instantly drawing the crowd's attention.

"There's a shower of gifts in that room! Maybe there'll be something really good!"

"Yeah, let's go check it out!"

Upon entering, they saw Lin Erke, dressed as a sailor, performing aerobics.

Unlike Sister Li's deadly seduction, Lin Erke's channel brimmed with youthful energy.

But that wasn't all—every time Lin Erke leaped, a glimpse of her midriff appeared.

For men, what could be more thrilling than an unintentional hint of allure?

Most importantly, this kind of adorable streamer was also popular among women.

Ma Wu's move drew both men and women into the channel.

"Sister Li, do you have any other tricks up your sleeve?" Lei Bujing asked, his expression dark.

This competition had two main criteria: popularity and the amount of tips received.

At the start, popularity was key; without viewers, even topping the rich list would be pointless.

Sister Li hadn't expected Lin Erke to have such a move, but she still had a trump card.

"Dear viewers, tonight I'll perform an original song, 'Angel.' I hope you'll like it," Sister Li announced, her lips curved in a confident smile, certain of victory.

What better hype than a popular streamer who could both sing and dance?

Even Lei Bujing was surprised. Who would have thought this flamboyant woman had such talent?

He opened his mic, shouting, "Sister Li is the best! Keep the tips coming!"

The screen was flooded with luxury cars and yachts, and the comments raced by.

"Erke, let's get ready," Ma Wu said, clearly anticipating this.

Even before the contest began, he had bought a custom song for Lin Erke through the system.

To be honest, Lin Erke was nervous—this was her first time seeing the lyrics. Was it wise to perform it right away?

"Erke, believe in yourself," Ma Wu's voice came through her headset like a shot of adrenaline, bolstering her confidence.

All right, I'll give it my best.

Clenching her fists, Lin Erke opened her voice fully.

"I'll now present my own original song, 'Fall.'"

Her ethereal voice filled the livestream, and as a singer, Lin Erke's vocal skills were a cut above Sister Li's.

But would the audience notice the difference? As long as it sounded good, that was enough.

The two original songs pushed the excitement to its peak, and the popularity of both channels was now neck and neck.

All that remained was the duel between Ma Wu and Lei Bujing.

With fire in his eyes, Lei Bujing struck first.

"Lamborghini 99!"

"Lamborghini 100!"

"Sky-Piercing Arrow 100!"

"Sky-Piercing Arrow 101!"

No matter how many tips Lei Bujing sent, Ma Wu always added just one more.

This infuriated Lei Bujing. "Son, you want to play with your old man? Bring it on!"

"Damn it, what’s going on!" Lei Bujing threw his phone in a fit of rage.

He had been tipping so frantically that his phone crashed.

Ma Wu seized the opportunity to continue sending tips in Erke’s channel.

"The rich guy in the other room must be out of money."

"Yeah, why act tough if you can't pay up?"

Such comments flooded Sister Li's channel, making her lose face.

She stealthily sent a private message to Lei Bujing.

[Young Master Lei, you’re not really out of money, are you?]

A wave of fury surged in Lei Bujing's chest. Anyone else saying that, he’d let it pass—but she knew his background and still dared to ask?

Just wait!

To be honest, if he relied only on his pocket money, he'd have run dry by now.

But not this time—he'd come prepared.

Why was Lei Bujing so confident? Because he had a company backing him.

One of the Lei family's subsidiaries, a gift from his father. It was a small firm, and he was only the nominal manager, but it held considerable assets.

Lamborghini x500, Sky-Piercing Arrow x500.

Sister Li gasped. Young Master Lei was truly lavish; the total tips were nearing ten million.

Lei Bujing had already appraised the company’s value—at least twenty-five million.

Let’s see if you can keep up.

Ma Wu watched Sister Li's channel surge upward, a sly smile playing on his lips. Just wait.

With a few taps on the keyboard, Ma Wu's total recharge caught up with Lei Bujing’s.

10,001 yuan—exactly one yuan more than Lei Bujing.

Damn it, you can't have more left!

Recharge!

Ten million!

Driven to desperation, Lei Bujing dumped ten million into the channel. The sheer financial power left the viewers speechless, afraid to comment for fear of interrupting this clash of titans.

Lin Erke's channel fell silent as Ma Wu made no further moves, allowing Lei Bujing to breathe a sigh of relief.

He only had five million left—if Ma Wu had forced him further, he’d have been humiliated.

"System, prepay for me—100,010,000."

Fingers drumming on the table, Ma Wu finally made his decision. When cornered, there’s nothing left to lose—how else would you know if you didn’t try?

"Wow, these two are absolute legends!"

"Six-six-six, we couldn’t earn that much in several lifetimes!"

Lei Bujing’s face turned ashen, his heart bleeding. He was already regretting agreeing to the wager with Ma Wu.

Who exactly was this Ma Wu?

Lei Bujing wanted to send someone to investigate, but things were already too urgent—he had no choice but to keep tipping.

Recharge five million—tip!

After witnessing tens of millions in tips, the audience was numb to five million. Instead, they whispered among themselves.

What’s going on? Is he out of cash?

Staring fixedly at Lin Erke’s channel, cold sweat beaded on Lei Bujing’s forehead, terrified Ma Wu would make another big move.

Five…

Four…

Three…two…

One…

Still no movement in Lin Erke’s channel, and Lei Bujing finally relaxed.

Out of money now, aren’t you!

Five million and one!

Once again, dazzling effects burst through the channel—another tip from Ma Wu.

With a "plop," Lei Bujing collapsed to the floor, a warm dampness spreading beneath him.

It was over—completely over.

Ding! Congratulations, host—the opponent is out of money!

Ma Wu casually picked up a glass of wine and raised it in a silent toast to an invisible audience, as if celebrating.

Sister Li’s channel had gone silent, the viewers guessing the benefactor was truly out of funds.

Complaints erupted:

"What an idiot—acting rich without the cash!"

"Cat got your tongue now? Broke loser!"

If Lei Bujing saw these comments, he’d be furious enough to crawl out of his grave—but right now, he had no energy left to deal with any of it.

How would he explain this to his father?

Twenty-five million, just like that!

"Now that our generous benefactors have finished tipping, let’s enjoy the music," Sister Li said, smoothing things over and redirecting everyone’s attention to the show.