Chapter 55: Knowing When to Yield

Chapter 55: Chapter 55: Knowing When to Yield

Before going to sleep, Renee Morgan touched the whistle around her neck, reminding herself not to let greed cloud her mind. Life was above all else—if there really was danger, if her body couldn’t handle it, she absolutely couldn’t force herself...

The show was basically blowing up—the viewers weren’t just from the mainland, but a ton of audiences from the Western Nations too. The time when mainland netizens were chilling happened to be prime work-or-play hours overseas. The response was crazy, so the producers just went all-in with a 24/7 livestream. Every twelve hours, they’d cut together a highlight reel for easy viewing, but some netizens weren’t satisfied at all—these guys would rewind and watch the entire stream, refusing to miss any drama or progress.

Before, the night livestream would be shut off, leaving just one replay video. But now, with the stream rolling 24/7, netizens from the mainland and abroad basically saw everything happen at the exact same time, day or night, with zero difference.

Mainland netizens were absolutely living for the drama between the female celebs:

[OMG, if Renee Morgan really handed over her and Lynn Miller’s half biscuit to Wendy Aldridge and Zara Chapman for safekeeping, then turned around and claimed the biscuit was lost, that’s just terrifying.]

[Yeah, honestly, I don’t think Wendy Aldridge and Zara Chapman are that dumb. They wouldn’t do something like that over half a biscuit.]

[I always felt that Renee, Wendy, and Zara were on the verge of exploding. If this was all deliberate, her scheming is Cersei-level palace intrigue.]

[Bullshit, what do you mean Renee did it on purpose? Was she purposely sending Wendy out to blab and draw all those people over?]

[Right, I was wondering how the others knew Renee’s name, turns out it slipped out of Wendy’s mouth.]

[Sigh, it’s so weird. Weren’t the Class One members from the Mercenary Guild? Renee’s supposed to be the heir of a Martial Arts Clan with crazy Combat Power. Why’d they give up the biscuit?]

[Mercenary Guild my ass—it’s just a bunch of regular people with a few skills. The production team keeps hyping them for ratings. And Renee’s martial arts honestly look kind of meh, I watched her old videos—some flashy spearwork and dual blades, but it’s all technique, nothing special to people who train.]

[Yeah, it’s making me angry. They seriously just handed over the biscuit like that.]

[Everyone, go check out the trending searches—the identities of those ten challengers who stole biscuits at midnight just got leaked. They’re all top-tier international boxers, legit Boxing King Level people. If a real fight broke out tonight, someone could honestly die.]

Netizens rushed off to rubberneck on the trending topics.

Holy hell, by the time they got there, everyone had already devoured the gossip—over ten thousand comments, a million shares.

Everyone was shocked that ten international top-tier Boxing Kings had teamed up and gone into the base forest.

Even with such insane heat, it was already being bumped off the trending page.

Curious netizens, hungry for tea, clicked into the top trending topic.

#CriminalLawProfessorPraisesReneeMorganForWiseEmergencyAction#

Emergency action?

Everyone instantly remembered a certain viral professor’s case study: a student had asked, if a panda bites you, almost killing you, can you take emergency action? The answer was yes—pandas are animals, and human life comes first. But pandas are national treasures! Well, what are humans, then? We’re priceless, and life is always above animals—life is supreme.

So how did Renee Morgan’s case count as emergency action?

Criminal Law professor: "I’ve been on break at home, watching my grandson. My grandson almost landed in the hospital because of this show. I was worried it was some trashy program, so I secretly watched the livestream in my study..."

His opener was pretty funny, then he got to the point: "In this livestream situation, with such a huge power imbalance, if they escalate the conflict, it will definitely turn violent. The weaker side will get hurt—or worse, both sides might get hurt, maybe even risk their lives."

It was obvious that facing ten boxers with crazy Combat Power, Renee’s team was the weak side.

"Renee did this really well—in a moment of crisis, she kept her cool, knew that conflict would be pointless, told the whole team to hand over their food. When the others refused, she cut ties with them. In the end, they still gave up their food, and successfully avoided a dangerous fight."

"So, in a critical moment where lives are at risk, personal safety is more important than just self-defense. The wisest move is emergency action like this. Food may be important, but life and personal safety matter more."

Netizens who’d been pissed off at Renee for giving up the food instantly cooled off halfway when they heard the thieves were actually a group of Boxing Kings. After hearing the professor’s take, they just felt totally embarrassed.

Foreign netizens, though, were on a different vibe. They sat at their computers, clutching their beer guts, thick glasses on, notebooks in hand, furiously taking notes:

[Guys, we need to prep to challenge the base forest someday. Everyone save this list.]

[First: eat yourself stuffed before going into the forest—enough to last twelve hours. Second: you can only bring one compressed biscuit into the forest, so sew it into your waistband, and if anyone asks, just say you’re starving.]

[Dude, I recommend an extra rule: don’t talk to strangers.]

[Old buddy, let me add one more: the scariest thing in the forest isn’t people or even international Boxing Kings—it’s international Boxing Kings teaming up to rob your food during the forest challenge.]

[LMAO, don’t you think "Galactic Imperium Alliance Ultimate Team" is the coolest name ever? Z-country style, so fashionable, love it.]

Chinese netizens couldn’t take it and jumped in: [Dude, that’s not Z-country style, that’s just being an edgelord.]

Foreign netizens weren’t having it: [Z-country style, fashion, badass, trendy—I love The Pugilist Kings.]

Chinese netizens: Just admit you’re a fan of the Boxing Kings—no need to drag Z-country style into this.

Renee Morgan slept restlessly. Sunlight slipped in through the cracks just as she opened her tired eyes. The other three in the tent were still asleep, so she quietly slipped out.

Outside, morning was in full swing. Zayed was already up. Seeing Renee come out, he dropped his usual cool-guy vibe and cracked a rare smile. "If we’re still allowed to stay in the base forest, it’s because of you—we owe you one."

Back then, he’d handed over his biscuit practically grinding his teeth, but after a few hours to process, their whole team agreed it was the smartest play. At least they were still in the forest—otherwise, it would’ve been a different story: lose the biscuits, get their asses kicked, booted out early.

Renee nodded at him, didn’t say much else, then dragged her tired steps in the direction of the river.