Mo Li logged into the livestream on her own phone. There were around 100,000 viewers online and some of them were even giving gifts.
"This can't be fake, right?!"
"Of course it is not! The streamer has promised us a suicide stream and we're going to get one!"
"But he has decided to commit the suicide himself? He's that desperate for popularity?"
"This doesn't look like a suicide though. How is he going to commit suicide if he's all trussed up like that?"
"I was expecting jumping, wrist-slitting or carbon monoxide poisoning! But as long as there's death, I'm happy! Have another gift, host! Hope you'll enjoy it in your afterlife!"
...
Mo Li took a serious glance at the screen. Wu Yong's hands were tied behind his back and he was bound to a chair. He tried his best to break free from the binding, but it was to no avail.
