【That was some impressive flattery—clearly practiced.】

Brian Clark crouched on the balcony with a small pistol in hand, completely unmoved by the flattery.

His pistol was a P1911, widely considered by many players to be the worst handgun—only seven rounds per magazine, and it really tests the player's skill. If you can't take down the enemy within those seven shots, things get very tricky.

An enemy appeared in his line of sight, holding an AKM. If they faced off head-to-head, as long as the opponent had even a bit of skill, his chances of winning were slim.

【Don’t bother saving him, or he’ll probably get knocked out in the very first round.】

As soon as the comment appeared, the in-game character hiding on the balcony suddenly stood up and aimed down sights—but since he hadn’t picked up a scope, aiming was pretty much useless, and accuracy was even harder to control.

Bang!

Brian Clark seized the right moment and fired immediately. With the gunshot, green blood kept spurting from the enemy, who quickly reacted and started jumping around, trying to dodge the bullets.

Four seconds later, a line of white text appeared at the bottom of the screen—

【You killed Orzbieshanibb with a P1911】

【66666666 Sharpshooter!!】

【That’s actually pretty impressive. This gun’s accuracy is terrible—I never even bother picking it up…】

【Feels like the streamer still isn’t ruthless enough. If it were me with a 1911, forget saving a teammate, I’d be running far away to hide.】

“No choice.” Brian Clark finished off the enemy, then ran upstairs to revive Henry Grant, who was down on the ground, his tone teasing. “Call me daddy once, and I’ll be your daddy for life.”

Ethan Foster happened to hear this line just as he opened the livestream.

At that moment, he was sitting in a car, about to head to a meeting at the Xingkong TV branch. The car had been quiet, but suddenly that line came through, making even the assistant glance at his boss in the rearview mirror.

The Xingkong TV manager in the front passenger seat immediately asked, “Mr. Foster, are you watching a livestream?”

Ethan Foster casually plugged in an earbud, letting it hang from one ear, his expression calm. “Clicked the wrong thing.”

He had tapped the wrong app, and as soon as he entered the client, he saw a red “1” in the lower right corner.

His OCD made him click it, and he discovered that the small streamer he’d watched yesterday was live again.

“I see…” The manager finished, and after another two minutes, noticed the boss was still watching the stream. He hesitated, then asked, “Mr. Foster, which streamer are you watching?”

In the game, Brian Clark pulled off another slick move—jumping down from upstairs with half health and getting into a mid-air shootout.

The enemy he knocked down turned on the all-chat mic: “WTF, what just happened?? Are you a god??”

Brian Clark didn’t rush to finish him off. He turned on all-chat mic: “Xingkong TV livestream room 6969323, sexy little streamer, live gunfight tutorials, no registration fee, if you can’t learn, too bad.”

Inside the car.

Ethan Foster took in the whole exchange, the corners of his mouth unconsciously lifting a little, but his voice remained as usual.

“A sexy little streamer.”

“……” The manager’s face went pale.

Who the hell is streaming borderline content in broad daylight??

Chapter 6

In this day and age, the esports industry has developed rapidly and become a sector that investors can’t afford to ignore.

Livestreaming platforms have become a huge piece of the pie, and in just a few short years, countless livestreaming apps have sprung up, greatly satisfying the needs of esports fans.

And in the livestreaming industry, the most popular platform is, of course, Xingkong TV. Xingkong TV shot up three years ago, backed by powerful connections and ample funding. From the start, they aggressively recruited talent, and now, out of every ten top streamers, five are on Xingkong TV.

But even so, Xingkong TV is just a small subsidiary under Yida Group. This was the first time their big boss had ever visited the company in person—normally, they’d just organize the reports and have the manager deliver them to the boss.

Although the platform’s upper management and all the department heads had mentally prepared themselves, the moment the boss actually appeared, their nerves shot through the roof—especially the women.

The reason was simple: their boss’s presence was overwhelming. At 1.9 meters tall, with refined and striking features, just standing there, he exuded an undeniable aura.

“Mr. Foster, hello…” The executives, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly snapped to attention and hurried over to greet him.

Ethan Foster didn’t even pause his stride: “Where’s the meeting room?”

“Ah? Oh… just up ahead!”

“Okay, call the meeting.”

Inside the meeting room, the air conditioning was blasting. Employees who usually complained it wasn’t cold enough now couldn’t stop the goosebumps on their arms.

Ethan Foster sat at the head of the table, listening quietly for a long time. When a certain proposal came up, he paused: “Streamer Support Program?”

“Yes, this is a new initiative we just launched this year, currently in its first trial phase,” the manager immediately explained. “Right now, new streamers are often suppressed, and it’s getting harder for them to break out, so we specifically designed this program. We want to personally cultivate new streamers, and the contract terms are very strict, so there’s no need to worry about them jumping ship. At the moment, we’ve only recruited five streamers, but we’ll gradually expand the scope in the future.”