CHAPTER 119: CHAPTER 115 UP, MY HOUSE HAS CRACKED.

Qin Mu’s intimidating presence... was subtly affecting many people, mainly because the things he did were just too alarming.

Expressing one’s opinions online, verbally attacking others—these were things they had all done before as well.

For a moment, they all felt incredibly fortunate. Luckily, when they were verbally attacking others, they hadn’t run into Qin Mu.

"Everyone be careful. Who knows? The UP might have already discovered this place. Don’t say anything bad about the UP!"

"The UP isn’t as scary as you guys make him out to be. Last time, I glared at him, and he was pretty nice, actually, inviting me to have some tea in jail."

"Are you kidding me with this? I made a joke last time, and the next day, I had copies of the lawsuit and summons in my hands. I just got out two days ago!"

"I admire your courage to joke about this. Last time, I just praised him, saying, ’The UP is really handsome today,’ and the UP had me sent in, claiming that implied he wasn’t handsome the day before!"

"..."

In the comment section, although the jokesmiths were somewhat restrained, they couldn’t help but let their imaginations run wild, making up all sorts of jokes to convey Qin Mu’s "terror" to the newcomers.

And in other video sections, Qin Mu’s "influence" gradually spread.

Many UPs were surprised to find that recently, many bizarre comments had appeared under their videos.

"UP, after watching your video, I really want to insult you. May I?"

"UP, I just can’t stand you. Can I insult you?"

"I’ve been holding back for a long time. I’ll transfer ten bucks to you. Let me curse you out, okay?"

"If I insult you, you won’t sue me, right?"

"..."

These outrageous comments left many UPs at a loss.

Originally, their videos had fans who praised and supported them, and naturally, there were also opposing fans. But now, these opposing fans—colloquially known as trolls—were suddenly becoming polite. Before insulting them, they even courteously asked.

Even when urging for more content, they were extremely cautious, no longer daring to talk about things like sending razor blades.

These subtle changes were novel to them all.

But undeniably, after the decrease in internet trolls, the venom in the comment and bullet chat sections greatly diminished. Typical flame wars over regional differences and personal attacks had almost disappeared.

At least the online environment on a certain major video platform... had quietly been purified somewhat.

「The next day.」

At the Mountain and Water Garden District, early in the morning, urged by the alarm clock, Qin Mu got up as usual. He quickly checked the status of the video he had posted last night.

As expected, with his luck in play, his videos were bound to be popular. The video had already reached three million views and was likely to surpass ten million. His follower count had also broken through two million, gaining three hundred thousand followers overnight.

The comment section under the video was the same as always, unchanged.

"I hope this video serves as a warning to trolls and helps the victims a bit," Qin Mu murmured softly.

Actually, everyone has something about others they dislike, something they want to criticize. But people with manners can restrain themselves well because they know that what they see isn’t the whole picture, and their views are only their own. But many others lack restraint, thinking they can say anything they want, never considering the consequences of their actions. Cyberbullying originates from this. And most victims, on one hand, care too much about others’ opinions and end up self-isolating due to the insults. On the other hand, they forget to use legal means to protect themselves.

"Get up, time for work!"

Putting down his phone, Qin Mu stretched lazily and got ready.

He walked towards the nursing home.

As soon as he arrived, Zhang Qingyuan and the others gathered around him, muttering. They wanted to go attend the court’s sentencing.

The major cases from earlier had mostly been wrapped up. Only ten defendants, including Jiang Lin, were left with new charges to be tried. And Zhang Qingyuan and the others, for whom a new world had opened, were now extremely keen on attending sentencings; they were even afraid there wouldn’t be enough "cases" and were constantly helping to find new "defendants."

Out of necessity, he had to bring Zhang Qingyuan and the others out of the nursing home again under the guise of an "elderly extracurricular activity" to continue attending court hearings.

However, during the trial, Zhou Quanmin seemed to look at him a bit strangely.

And the trial of these ten people went very quickly. With complete evidence, Jiang Lin and the others readily confessed, admitting their attempts to distort the facts of the crime. They were sentenced immediately, receiving concurrent punishments for their multiple offenses.

Of the ten people, the lightest sentence was four years in prison. The most severe was five years and three months.

In a final, ironic twist, they managed to "outdo" Liang Shuqi, the case’s main culprit, by receiving even harsher sentences, thus "clinching" the highest penalty.

"I’ve never seen someone who adds to their own sentence before they even get sentenced," Zhang Qingyuan couldn’t help but remark after the judgment.

Song Tiancheng nodded. "I think if the trial had gone on a bit longer, they might have even dug up more charges for themselves."

Qin Mu listened to their discussion, and the corner of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch.

He suddenly realized these older folks, normally quite sane, seemed to have been led astray by him and were becoming more and more ridiculous.

"Ahem, okay, let’s head back to the nursing home," he coughed dryly.

Taking the reluctant group, they left the courthouse and returned to the nursing home.