Elliot was completely speechless; he had finally seen what it meant to be unable to reason with an idiot.
"Boss, can you please speak properly..." Elliot tried to communicate again.
"&%￥& your mom... idiot... ￥#%&***..." The only response he got was even more ferocious verbal attacks.
Elliot gave up; he could tell that there was no way to have a normal conversation with someone whose intelligence was questionable.
"You should leave." Elliot shook his head helplessly and directly kicked him out of the live stream room.
The world was finally quiet.
"What the heck? Absolutely impossible to communicate!" Elliot couldn't help but complain, "'Elderly special effects,' he could even make up something like that. He's truly brain-dead."
[Exactly, he's a total weirdo.]
[With that intelligence, he should basically say goodbye to the internet.]
['Elderly special effects,' I'm dying of laughter. Do people not even draft their lies these days?]
The netizens expressed their astonishment at Boss Chic's "wonderful performance."
However, before everyone could recover from the recent farce, a user named "Boss Chic 123" sent another connection request.
Anyone with a clear mind could see that it was the same Boss Chic from before.
Elliot was somewhat amused and frustrated; this guy was truly persistent. He got kicked out and came back with a different account.
He agreed, with the mindset of watching a spectacle.
"Little Boy, you idiot %&￥..." As expected, Boss Chic started attacking Elliot as soon as he connected.
Damn it, kicked him out.
Elliot kicked him out again.
It was no use; Boss Chic quickly registered a new account and came back again.
"You cowardly dog, if you have guts, take off your mask and show us what you look like!" Boss Chic roared angrily.
"I say, Boss Chic, since you're so eager to see my face, why don't you turn on your camera first and let everyone witness your 'noble appearance'?" Elliot retorted with a half-smile.
"F*ck you..." Boss Chic cursed furiously, exasperated.
"What, scared?" Elliot deliberately provoked him, "You wouldn't think I can't do anything to you, would you?"
"Come on! Who's afraid of whom? Others might be afraid of you, but I'm not! If you have guts, come and bite me!" Boss Chic challenged.
"Talking tough, are you? OK, then let me see who you are!"
Elliot stopped wasting words with him, his fingers tapping on the keyboard, easily hacking into Boss Chic's phone.
On the screen of the laptop beside him, Boss Chic's "true face" immediately appeared.
Haha!
Elliot was amused.
What appeared on the screen was not the hot-headed keyboard warrior Elliot had imagined, but a middle-aged, bald, shifty-looking old man wearing a security guard uniform.
The contrast was too great.
Speaking of which, this Boss Chic and his goddess, Sweet Nina, were truly a good match.
"Boss Chic, I'll give you one last chance. Turn on your camera yourself and let everyone see your true face." Elliot said to the camera.
"You damn %￥#..." Boss Chic was still immersed in his own world, completely ignoring Elliot's words, and continued his furious output.
"Looks like you're unwilling?" Elliot turned to the netizens in the live stream room and said, "Brothers, you all saw it. I gave him a chance, but he didn't cherish it. Don't say I'm bullying an old man."
"Boss Chic, I'll ask you one last time, do you want to turn on your camera yourself? If you don't want to, then I can only 'help you'!"
"%￥@&..." The only response he got was endless cursing.
"Alas, it seems you prefer the hard way."
Elliot shook his head and tapped a few keys on the keyboard.
The next second, Boss Chic's "glorious beauty" appeared in front of all the netizens in the live stream room.
Everyone was stunned. They never expected that the "Boss Chic" who was so aggressive and foul-mouthed online was actually a middle-aged man, over fifty, with thinning hair, wearing a security guard uniform.
[Holy crap! This... Is this really Boss Chic?]
[I'm dumbfounded, the contrast is too big, right?]
[Pfft... I can't, let me laugh for a while!]
[This old man probably went to the wrong set, right? Why did he come here to chase stars?]
[Security guard grandpa chasing online celebrity online? This scene is too beautiful, I dare not look!]
The live stream room instantly exploded with comments; the netizens were all dumbfounded by the sudden twist.
And at this moment, Boss Chic was completely panicked.
He saw his profile picture appear in the live stream room.
"Boss Chic, did you forget what I do?" Elliot looked at him with a half-smile, "I'm a
Boss Chic truly didn't know what a
"Let me put it this way, let alone turning on your camera, even your name, ID number, and where you live, I know everything..." Elliot deliberately paused, then said word by word, "Deacon Zhao, born in 1978, forty-five years old this year... I say, Boss Chic, are you really only forty-five this year? Why do I feel like you look like you're sixty?"
"You... you... you..." Deacon Zhao was so scared he started to stutter.
"Do you want me to read out your ID number too?... Hey? Boss Chic? Disconnected? Where did he go?"
Elliot looked at the sudden disconnection, a little surprised.
"I didn't kick him out, did he leave himself?"
In the live stream room, the netizens also expressed their confusion.
[No way? He just ran away? Where's the arrogance from just now?]
[Hahahahaha, I'm dying of laughter, this is too cowardly, right?]
[He's probably hiding under the covers and crying, right?]
[Boss Chic, don't go! I haven't seen enough yet.]
[Deacon Zhao, you're famous, did you know?]
The netizens were all amused by Boss Chic's "mysterious operation."
In front of the live stream camera, netizen William slapped the table and burst into laughter.
He laughed until tears streamed down his face.
"What are you laughing at?" A roommate wearing a basketball uniform just returned and saw William laughing uncontrollably, and asked curiously.
"Oh my god, I'm dying of laughter." William said while wiping away his tears of laughter, "Let me tell you, this live stream is hilarious, it's basically a large-scale idiotic scene."
"What is it?" The roommate walked over curiously.
The live stream continued, and Elliot and Teacher Maggie continued their debate on the topic of "beauty filters."
Not long after, another male netizen applied to connect and joined this war without smoke.
Immediately after, two female netizens also joined in, and the five people engaged in a fierce discussion about the pros and cons of "beauty filters," with sharp words and arguments.
(End of this chapter)
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Translator and Editor - Husband
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