Are You Crazy? You’re Telling Me This Is a Fugitive TV Show?

Entrance to this upscale banquet required an invitation.

Wang Yun stood in place, feigning interest in his phone for about ten seconds while he swiftly gathered information about his surroundings.

He zeroed in on a young man and walked directly toward him, brushing past him from behind. He was prepared to utilize his advanced skill, the Buttery Flower Picking Technique.

Having accumulated enough shock value points, he had elevated this skill to an advanced level.

The moment he executed his move, the young man remained blissfully unaware and continued walking. Wang Yun then sidled up alongside him, shoulder to shoulder.

The young man was on the pudgy side, weighing no less than 180 pounds.

“Hey, you dropped your invitation,” Wang Yun said casually a couple of seconds later, draping his arm around the young man’s shoulder and gesturing to the invitation in his hand.

The young man was taken aback for a moment, patting his pockets and realizing the invitation was indeed missing.

“Thanks, I hadn’t even noticed,” he said with a grateful smile.

“No need to thank me,” Wang Yun shook his head. “I’m waiting for my sister who’ll be here soon, so let’s go in together.”

Instead of returning the invitation, Wang Yun led the way, arm still around the young man, toward the entrance. He handed the invitation to one of the four security guards stationed there. Fortunately, the invitation wasn’t individualized and permitted entry for family members as well.

“Please, gentlemen,” one of the guards respectfully ushered them inside.

Once they were in the banquet hall, Wang Yun turned to the young man with a casual smile. “So, where are you from, and what do you do?”

“I’m unemployed, just hanging around at home. My name’s Song Dahai. What about you?”

Song Dahai, clearly a friendly individual, extended his hand for a handshake.

“Zhang Xingchen. The ‘Zhang’ as in archer and ‘Xingchen’ as in stars. Just got back from overseas,” Wang Yun replied, extending his hand and smiling.

“Zhang Xingchen, huh? Your name interestingly matches that of a national sports champion in our country,” Song Dahai noted, chuckling.

“That Zhang Xingchen? I know of him, but trust me, he’s nowhere near as handsome as I am,” Wang Yun laughed as he spoke.

“Haha, he really doesn’t hold a candle to you,” Song Dahai agreed, chuckling before patting his belly. “I’ve skipped breakfast. Let’s go grab some pastries.”

“Seriously? You haven’t eaten breakfast yet, and it’s this late?”

“Just woke up and hurried over. Heard that the lovely Yang Jiaying would be here today,” Song Dahai grinned.

“Yang Jiaying? She’s definitely a looker. But in my opinion, Liu Qingqing is both beautiful and sultry.”

“Ah, the one with the 3.6 billion net worth?”

“Don’t you find her eyes irresistibly captivating?”

“Eyes are the windows to the soul, huh? You’re quite the philosopher, brother,” mused Song Dahai.

***

“Wait, what just happened?”

“Is this for real?”

“Whoa, whoa! Big Brother just waltzed right into that banquet?”

“Wow, epic! Did you all catch that? When Big Brother was passing by the security cameras, he ingeniously used a piece of chewing gum to obscure half his face. He evaded the Skyhawk’s Sky Eye system. That was straight out of an action movie!”

“I’m genuinely impressed. That was slick, slicker than my girlfriend’s silk stockings!”

“I can’t even, hahaha. Big Brother introduces himself as Zhang Xingchen and then says he’s more handsome than Zhang Xingchen? Could this be any funnier?”

“I’m laughing so hard! Song Dahai is casually chatting with Big Brother and they’re even discussing the goddesses Yang Jiaying and Liu Qingqing. Is this social suicide live?”

“Oh man, the monitoring team at Nansu Square and even Team 3 are still on the hunt for Big Brother Wang Yun, but he’s already infiltrated the top-floor banquet?”

“Big Brother is such a show-off, and Song Dahai is playing along. This is pure comedy gold!”

The audience was gobsmacked watching Wang Yun’s seamless maneuvers to infiltrate an 89th-floor banquet and casually discuss two female celebrities with a fellow young man.

The chat in the livestream was absolutely buzzing. Not just about the playful banter or the fact that he called himself Zhang Xingchen, but most impressively, Wang Yun’s slick moves. His tactics for evading the Sky Eye surveillance system were jaw-droppingly good, smoother, and cooler than scenes from even the best international blockbusters.

The pivotal point was that the inspection team, led by Zhang Xingchen, believed they had set up an extensive dragnet in their hunt for Wang Yun, the man himself had already ascended to the top floor of Nansu Plaza Tower.

“So, why did Big Bro head to the top floor? It almost seems like he purposely wanted to crash this banquet,” a viewer asked.

The question briefly left everyone puzzled. However, the atmosphere in Wang Yun’s livestream soon electrified as viewers began to surmise his true objective.

***

Meanwhile, in the command center room, Zhang Xingchen was meticulously scanning the monitors. He frowned and said, “It’s already 10:30. Any sign of Wang Yun yet?”

“Captain, we still haven’t located Wang Yun,” Skyhawk’s voice chimed in, adding, “He mentioned he would act today, but that could mean either morning or afternoon.”

Zhang Xingchen nodded in agreement.

“Captain Xingchen, why don’t you ask Brother Zhao? Based on his on-site observations, where are the most likely places for a ‘surprise’ to occur?” Hong Feng, who had been attentively watching, suggested.

“Good idea, Captain Hong Feng,” Zhang Xingchen replied, visibly uneasy at the absence of any trace of Wang Yun.

He had to catch Wang Yun to clear his nagging doubts.

Accepting Hong Feng’s help, he leaned toward the microphone and asked, “Brother Zhao, what are the most probable locations for a ‘crime’ in Nansu Plaza?”

“From what we see now, only a few jewelry shops seem to be likely places. But I doubt it’s there,” responded Zhao Shan, an elite officer from Inspection Team Three.

Stationed on the first floor of Nansu Plaza, he looked visibly tense. He had a gut feeling that Wang Yun wasn’t interested in the jewelry shops.

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