Chapter 238
Chapter 238: Spoiling You Trash—What Delusional Bullshit Are You Dreaming About?
The twenty-second clip was cut with malicious precision: flames soaring, five-colored light blazing like some terrifying weapon designed to erase all evidence.
Jiang Tea Tea was clearly visible—combat protective suit, high ponytail, flame staff in hand, setting infected beasts ablaze.
Around her were Sui Xuan Chu, Yan Yu, Ju Que, and other soldiers—faces smeared with blood, weapons raised, eyes vicious.
They looked like executioners.
Not rescuers.
Starnet detonated.
Haters and trolls flooded in, some pretending to mourn, some openly celebrating, some fanning conspiracy flames. Insect clan users in particular piled on like they’d been waiting for a reason.
“So much for ‘we won’t abandon anyone.’ Not even four hours and the Commander-in-Chief is already slapping his own face.”
“They told everyone to wait for rescue, then lit them on fire. Nice.”
“That fire isn’t normal. Five colors? That’s a weapon. Zhen Lin Empire made a new black-tech incinerator.”
“Evacuating tens of thousands is expensive. Capturing infected is dangerous. Burning a town is cheap.”
“Stop blaming Healer Jiang Tea Tea and the Crown Prince. They’re just following orders.”
“Chong Ming has a mate and cubs now. Sending the Crown Prince out there… you people should think harder.”
Others fought back.
“Twenty seconds with no context means nothing.”
“Wait. The Commander-in-Chief said he won’t suppress trends. If it was real, he wouldn’t let it sit here.”
Chong Ming saw everything.
He was stationed in the Military Department command center, directing not only Ni Su Town, but also search operations across Nan Bei Star and Blazing Star.
Police Bureau, Military Department, Medical Department—every branch moved at once under his orders, searching, quarantining, protecting, hunting infected beasts.
Up to this point, not a single beastfolk infected had been executed. Troops were risking their lives to capture them, batch by batch.
Chong Ming issued one cold command: pull satellite footage, reconstruct the scene, release the full context.
Within an hour, the full recording—far longer than twenty seconds—was published.
Anyone who watched it, even fast-forwarded, felt their blood boil.
The wind on Starnet flipped.
“This poster in Ni Su Town—if you survive, you should be punished. Healer Jiang Tea Tea and the soldiers were rescuing people and killing infected beasts. You cut the beginning and end and framed them.”
“A four-horned beast is ten meters tall and weighs tons. It was infected, rotting, still moving after being chopped apart. If you don’t burn it, what do you do—drag it home and make soup?”
“Those rats, those ants—endless. Because there are survivors, they can’t just bombard the town. They had to fight up close, one by one.”
“They weren’t burning civilians. They were burning infected beasts to stop the spread.”
“Ministry of Justice, arrest the rumor-mongers. Lock them up. Fine them. Exile them. Make examples.”
In a single swing, the outrage aimed at Chong Ming and Jiang Tea Tea turned into outrage aimed at the liar who posted the clip.
Jiang Tea Tea had no idea any of it was happening.
She watched the last of the five-colored flames die down and sighed. “Phoenix clan five-flame fire really is something. It can burn anything.”
Chong Ming’s voice came through her earpiece. “Keep your voice down. If Zhong Li He hears, he’ll charge you patent fees.”
Jiang Tea Tea snorted. “If he dares charge me, I’ll find a way to quietly kill him. Half braised, half grilled.”
Chong Ming sounded almost amused. “His beast form is only a few dozen jin. If you skin and gut him, two ways is wasteful.”
“You should do three ways. Five ways.”
Jiang Tea Tea laughed. “Fine. I’ll tell him you’ve got detailed ideas about how to eat him.”
“He’s researched how to eat me dozens of ways,” Chong Ming replied dryly. “I’m not afraid.”
Jiang Tea Tea burst out laughing. “Dragon and phoenix together—if I stew you and him in one pot, it’ll be the ultimate tonic.”
A phoenix bird and a male dragon—pure yang treasures.
She didn’t even dare imagine burying the two of them under her roots. The nutrition would be obscene. She’d grow into a forest monster.
Chong Ming corrected instantly. “I’m not compatible with him.”
Jiang Tea Tea insisted cheerfully, “You’re compatible. You two are perfect. Perfect to death.”
Chong Ming ignored that and said, “There’s something I want to ask you to do.”
“Say it.”
He summarized what had happened online—the clip, the accusations, and the need for public trust during a crisis.
Jiang Tea Tea said, “You can have other people stream.”
Chong Ming replied, “You are the future Commander-in-Chief I’m training. You need achievements the public can see.”
“Other people streaming is other people’s record.”
“You streaming is your record.”
“Three groups streaming at once. Do you understand?”
Jiang Tea Tea did. “I understand. But you should prepare yourself: even with Reboot captured, some severe infected will still have to be executed.”
“I know.”
“Fine. I’ll go live.”
Jiang Tea Tea started a first-person livestream from her own account.
At the same time, the Military Department’s wall-building teams and the satellite system covering Ni Su Town also launched official livestreams.
Three feeds.
Three perspectives.
A full view of Ni Su Town’s rescue operation.
Jiang Tea Tea’s stream alone pulled in viewers by the hundreds of billions from across the M31 Star System.
Her voice hit the broadcast—sharp, impatient, and furious.
“I don’t know how many people are watching. I don’t care.”
“I heard someone’s cyberbullying me, so I’m forced to go live.”
“I work like a damn draft animal. Even on my day off I can’t sleep. I’m either on a mission or on the way to a mission.”
“And people are bullying me?”
She snorted. “If you’ve eaten too much and have nothing to do, then go make money. Go train your abilities. Stop being keyboard warriors farting on Starnet.”
“I’m rescuing people. I’m killing infected beasts. I’m capturing infected. And I still have to show you the scene to soothe your fragile hearts.”
“I’m so over it.”
She kept going without taking a breath. “If anyone in my stream actually likes me, do me a favor: record the IPs and evidence of every person who cursed me and smeared me.”
“When I’m done saving your asses, I’m permanently blacklisting them. No future giveaways. No future healing events. They don’t get a share.”
“All right. That’s it. Watch if you want. I’m going back to work. Stop wasting my time. Thanks.”
Then she moved.
A zombie lunged.
Jiang Tea Tea swung her flame staff and smashed it down so hard flesh flew off in chunks. It hit the ground and was immediately bound and dragged away.
The speed and violence made the livestream chat explode.
“So her true strength isn’t healing. It’s fighting. One hit, one down!”
“She’s not just strong—she’s savage. And her mouth is sharp. That’s not arrogance. That’s dominance.”
“I declare she’s my dream girl. I’ll marry no one else.”
“You’re insane. With that strength, what are you marrying her with? You can’t beat her. You can’t out-talk her. You can’t out-argue her.”
“Where are the haters now? Come on, keep talking.”
An infected cheetah burst from an alley, faster than a bullet.
Jiang Tea Tea drove her flame staff forward like a spear.
The staff expanded inside the beast.
With a wet boom, the cheetah exploded apart.
Bones, rotten flesh, black blood—everything rained down like a disgusting storm.
Sui Xuan Chu rushed up beside her, eyes burning with admiration. “Roommate, that was incredible. Your weapon is insane.”
He stared at the staff like it was sacred. “Make me one. I’ll pay whatever you want. I’ve got a lot of allowance.”
Jiang Tea Tea didn’t slow down. “One of a kind. There isn’t a second.”
“I’ll pay you everything I have!”
“Still no.” She pointed ahead with the staff. “Enough yapping. That zombie up front—yours.”
“I’ve got it!”
Sui Xuan Chu called down a bolt of lightning. It slammed into the zombie, knocking it flat, and soldiers rushed in to bind it.
Jiang Tea Tea and the team searched the entire town with the military—capturing, separating infected from uninfected, rescuing survivors.
They searched from afternoon into night, from night into the next morning.
Twenty-four hours.
Three full sweeps.
Only when they were sure no infected or uninfected remained hidden in the town did they withdraw.
The entire town was sealed behind ten-meter iron walls.
The military expanded the search radius five hundred kilometers outward, hunting for stray infected and any hidden labs.
Jiang Tea Tea’s team entered the quarantine rescue ship, covered in the stink of blood, and went through cleaning and preliminary checks.
Jiang Tea Tea planned to have Chong Ming issue a special order so she could skip deeper medical scans. She couldn’t afford anyone noticing her cubs.
But when she finished washing and came out, Chong Ming was there.
She raised her brows. “I was about to call you. And here you are. You really are a worm in my belly.”
Chong Ming ignored the joke.
He grabbed her hand, eyes fierce with anxiety. “Reboot scratched you. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Jiang Tea Tea blinked. “Huh? No she didn’t—who said—”
Chong Ming cut her off, pointing at her hand. “Then what is this?”
Jiang Tea Tea looked down.
A faint nail mark. A thin scrape where a bit of skin had been peeled off.
No bleeding. No swelling.
Jiang Tea Tea shrugged. “That? It’s nothing. Didn’t even bleed. Don’t make a big deal.”
Chong Ming’s voice turned heavy. “Jiang Tea Tea. That is not ‘nothing.’ That is an injury from Reboot.”
“Her virus load is tens of thousands of times higher than ordinary zombies.”
“She scratched you. You could be infected.”
Jiang Tea Tea met his gaze.
His fear was real. The way he looked at her—tight, restrained, almost angry—made her hesitate.
He was worried she’d die… with his cubs?
Jiang Tea Tea yanked her hand back and slapped her own belly. “Relax. My cubs are fine. I’m not infected.”
Chong Ming stared at her, eyes deep.
He wasn’t worried about her cubs.
He was worried about her.
Jiang Tea Tea frowned hard.
If he forced an exam, she was finished.
She spoke quickly. “I’m fine. I’m a healer. I know my body better than anyone.”
“I don’t need a check. I don’t need isolation either. Tell your subordinates.”
Chong Ming took a slow breath, forcing calm into his voice. “You do need a check. You do need isolation.”
“If you don’t trust other people, I’ll have Cheng Lin Yue and Cheng Yuan check you privately. Only they and I will see your data.”
Jiang Tea Tea refused instantly. “No.”
Chong Ming stepped closer, cutting her off before she could say more. “Reboot said that anyone who touches her flesh or blood, or is scratched by her, will be infected—no matter how strong they are.”