Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Chapter 339 Fanatic Fan

During his time back in prison, Han Che made a point of watching the recording of his own live broadcast.

Honestly, he's really handsome!

In my past life, when I was escorting clients, I basically recorded the entire process myself.

However, if there are no problems on the boss's side, he usually won't go to check it himself.

I only look up videos when someone makes a particularly impressive play.

However, Han Che wasn't very good at editing. At most, he would come up with a catchy title and then post the entire original video online.

No matter what kind of play you make, the comments section is always full of things like, "Attacking the enemy's lane!", "Does the enemy team even have a Black Hawk at this rank? Pure stomping of noobs!", "They're even killing mice!"

It made me feel absolutely no sense of accomplishment!

But this live stream recording is different; the video footage shows the victims' perspectives from multiple angles and camera positions, featuring more than a dozen members of the Joker gang.

A wealth of video footage, combined with meticulous editing and perfectly timed background music by top online video editors.

The first-person perspective in the footage often shows the victim's head just as they appear, followed by a loud "bang".

Accompanied by the sound of a helmet, or even the sound of a skull shattering, the victim was shot in the head and fell to the ground, after which the screen went black, creating an overwhelming sense of visual oppression.

Both Han Che and Qi Yuzhe, the two parties involved, were thrilled by the story.

The comments and bullet screens were overwhelmingly positive, with numerous professionals even sharing and analyzing the technical details.

It wasn't until then that Han Che realized he actually had fans.

That's why he made sure he was mentally prepared for this trip back.

But now it seems we didn't do enough preparation!

Han Che was still in the stairwell, elbowing the crowd as he climbed upwards.

As we approached the top floor, someone behind us suddenly shouted, "Why does that person in front look so familiar?"

Han Che's back stiffened for a moment, but he didn't dare to stop for a second and continued to squeeze upstairs.

Then someone else said, "Look at his build, doesn't it look like the one in the video?"

Then an even louder voice boomed from behind: "Han Che! It's Han Che!"

That shout was like a cannonball thrown into calm water, and the crowd in the corridor instantly erupted into chaos.

People in front turned around to look, while those behind surged forward to see, making the narrow corridor even more crowded.

Han Che was swept up a few steps by the crowd. He gritted his teeth and forced his way forward, using his elbows to clear a path. He didn't even have time to apologize.

Just as he was being pushed and shoved by the crowd and was about to be swallowed up by the top floor staircase,

Suddenly a hand reached out from in front and grabbed his arm.

That hand was very strong; it pulled him out of the crowd.

Han Che staggered a couple of steps to regain his footing, turned around, and saw a person wearing the Dragon Club's standard jacket. "Li Hao?"

Li Hao didn't have time for pleasantries with Han Che. He stepped aside, blocking Han Che's path with one arm across his body, and said to the group of people surging up behind him, "Stop pushing! Stop pushing! You'll step on people if you keep pushing!"

The people behind were momentarily blocked, and their initial surge subsided slightly, but the noise didn't lessen at all. They were all shouting, "Han Che! Look this way!", "Give me an autograph!", "Don't go!"

A group of people were pushing and shoving in the stairwell, but they didn't rush up.

Han Che then noticed that the people at the club entrance were all agents from the Dragon Soaring Club and the Phoenix Cry Club, who were helping to maintain order.

Otherwise, relying solely on the few members of Club 78, they simply couldn't withstand the onslaught of so many people.

Hearing the commotion in the hallway, the club's doors opened from the inside, and Xiaobai came out with Qiuying and Mule.

Xiao Bai walked ahead, wearing a light gray thin jacket, her long silver hair tied in a low ponytail, and obvious dark circles under her eyes.

When she saw Han Che standing there, she paused for a moment, then looked him up and down.

Han Che's hood was askew, his coat was crumpled from being squeezed, and the buttons at the collar had popped open. He looked like he had just escaped from a chaotic battle.

Xiao Bai stood there staring at him blankly for two seconds, then the corners of her mouth curved up and she burst out laughing.

Han Che saw her smile, and he smiled sheepishly as well, scratching the back of his head. "Hi, I'm back."

Xiao Bai stepped out of the door, reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him from the crowded stairwell toward the club.

Following her lead, Han Che took a few steps before crossing the threshold and entering the club.

The mule followed closely behind and closed the door, instantly cutting off most of the noise in the hallway.

Han Che stood in the lobby, bent over with his hands on his knees, catching his breath.

Having just squeezed his way up from the first floor, and then getting stuck in the crowd at the end, his back was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and the sweat on his forehead hadn't dried yet.

He straightened up, wiped his face, and turned to see Qiu Ying standing behind the door at the club entrance, shouting something out of the hallway.

"Everyone! Please don't get excited! Wait a moment, everyone will have a chance to take a photo with Han Che! Please wait a moment!"

Qiu Ying's voice came through the door panel with a muffled tone.

The noise outside the door had clearly subsided a few degrees, but you could still hear people shouting things like "Really?" and "When?"

Qiu Ying said a few more words of comfort, opened the door a crack and squeezed into the club, then closed the door and turned around.

Han Che stood there, watching Qiu Ying's retreating figure, then turned his gaze to Xiao Bai beside him, pointed towards the door, and then pointed to himself: "A group photo? Is this the zoo? Are you here for a visit?"

Xiao Bai chuckled, and that smile slightly lessened the weariness on her face.

"That's right, you're a giant panda now," she said.

"Just cooperate honestly. All the people who came these past two days are here for you. Some are sent by the club to scout you out, some are fans who want to see you in person, and a few want to challenge you. Each one is more troublesome than the last."

She reached up and brushed a strand of hair that had fallen across her forehead. "These groups of people today are relatively mild; those who came a couple of days ago were much more insane."

"This is way too exaggerated, is it really necessary?" Han Che wiped the sweat from his forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"You're a celebrity now!" Qiu Ying leaned against a desk, pulled out a lollipop from somewhere, and popped it into her mouth. "Killed map boss Said, 2 vs. 15, successfully turned the tables, fought against evil foreign forces, buffs maxed out!"

"I have countless female fans who are clamoring to have your babies~" Qiu Ying said, the lollipop stick in her mouth swaying back and forth with her sarcastic words.

Han Che was speechless; that smug tone could be heard even in the Chaoxi Prison.

I've entered the player world, and I can still hear it!