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"Thrilling, huh!" Zhang Menglong and the others were astounded as they watched; they had anticipated that today's scene would be intense, but they were still shocked when they saw it live.

Over 700 severe mental patients going crazy—for a military battalion, it would be impossible to suppress such mayhem!

If it were just one or two people, it would be fine; take instant control, and that's that. But with over seven hundred individuals, the security forces here were simply inadequate!

Mental patients who kill don't bear any legal responsibility, yet if they get hurt, others will be held accountable. Although they all carried weapons, no one dared to use them against these frenzied patients.

But those patients didn't care at all—baseball bats, dry powder fire extinguishers, even fire axes—anything they could get their hands on became their weapon. Who would dare to intercept such people?

Not only that, these people even started huddling in groups. Even if the security guards wanted to tackle them one by one, they couldn't. An entire plaza, left at the mercy of these people to come and go as they pleased!

The frightened crowd had already been evacuated, yet the patients became even more violent; they began to destroy buildings and facilities in Champs-Elysees Spring. For some reason, the Parisia store turned into their main target, with nearly all its glass shattered.

"What in the world is going on? Can someone tell me? Why would hundreds of mental patients suddenly appear on Champs-Elysees?" Gaoer and others roared from inside the Parisia office.

"Shut up, can't you hear someone smashing the door outside? Keep it down!"

"It's insane! What is happening?"

Gaoer and the others couldn't make heads or tails of the situation. Such an event had never occurred in the entire history of the world—a mob of mental patients attacking the shopping plaza on Champs-Elysees, overtaking the whole Champs-Elysees Spring? Who would believe such a thing if they hadn't experienced it themselves?

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"Is this the backup you brought in from yesterday's outing?" Wang Ling's girlfriend watched incredulously.

Lu Yiyao didn't say anything, but she felt an extraordinary sense of relief, as if the anger that had built up inside her yesterday had finally found an outlet.

"No, I can't just watch this by myself, I need to start a live stream! Everyone has to see this!" Wang Ling couldn't wait to take out her phone.

"Don't fuss, I'm already prepared!" Zhang Menglong snapped his fingers, and several staff immediately brought professional streaming equipment—he had planned this all along!

Zhang Menglong's streaming channel hadn't been activated since the incident in Qingqiu Country, and his going live immediately sparked curiosity among many viewers.

"President Zhang, it's rare to catch you streaming! Where have you been hanging out recently?"

"President Zhang, did you hear about what happened yesterday? It's infuriating. Thousands have signed a petition begging you to take over Parisia; they've been terribly oppressive!"
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"Wait, this place? I've been here before, isn't this Champs-Elysees?"

"Damn, is President Zhang actually there? Aren't you supposed to announce these activities beforehand?"

"Hold on, why is it so bustling here? Damn, what's going on? Are they filming Biohazard?"

In just a few minutes, word spread from one person to ten, then to a hundred, as tens of thousands of viewers flooded into Zhang Menglong's streaming channel. By the tenth minute, the number had already reached several million!

"Hello, friends, I'm your war correspondent for today, Zhang Menglong, and right now I'm bringing you the latest live coverage from Spring Plaza!"

"No idea what happened, but this morning, hundreds of mental patients suddenly swept in. They were all fine, then abruptly, they all went berserk, and now they're causing chaos!"

"This is exhilarating!"

"Damn, isn't that Parisia? Hahaha, why are all their windows smashed?"

"Holy sh*t, this is too awesome, right?"

"Damn! It serves them right!"

"Is this too absurd? How could the Champs-Elysées let in hundreds of lunatics? That's not science?"

"Boss Zhang, come clean, was it you who did this?"

"Boss Zhang, your live stream is kinda cheeky. If this wasn't premeditated, how could you have caught it just in time?"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem! You can eat crap at random, but you can't just spout nonsense. Do you have any evidence?" Zhang Menglong said with an unblushing face, "If you slander me, I will send you a lawyer's letter!"

"Hahaha, we get it, we get it!"

"Right, Boss Zhang is just here to play. It's pure coincidence that he's here!"

"Look, someone is rushing in there!"

"Oh my, it's so dangerous, and people are still going in? Do they have a death wish?"

"Look, they're all carrying suitcases in their hands? Could they be going in to loot amidst the chaos?"

"Hahaha, look over there, there's one wearing a helmet, and another one masked!"

...

The number of people storming into the plaza grew more and more, from dozens to hundreds, and finally to thousands. The largest group among them was the black friends, who were strikingly powerful and wreaked havoc as they looted the stores.

"Holy shit, do these people no longer want to live?" Zhang Menglong gaped at the scene, but he had previously ordered Ye Yin not to attack innocent people; those patients only had one goal, which was to create havoc and wreck the shops!

"Hey, this is getting interesting!" Wang Ling suddenly appeared in the camera, holding up his phone to the screen, "People nowadays really know how to do business, huh? They're already starting to sell things off?"

In Wang Ling's Moments, there was a picture from the scene with only a brief two lines of text.

If anyone needs anything, contact me quickly. I've got friends on the Frankfurt Champs-Elysées with a large stock of Balenciaga, LV, Gucci, whatever you want, I got it. Spot looting service, no receipts!

"Hahaha! Genius! Hahaha!" The whole live stream room was boiling with excitement. What business savants these people were, if they don't get rich, who will?

Soon, the farce spread domestically, and under the deliberate manipulation of Zhang Menglong, it hit the top of the trending searches within minutes. As the incident fermented, more and more jokes appeared online.

"For those who like any style, please place your orders directly, and I will get my black friends at the scene to grab them for you right away. Guaranteed authentic, but no receipts!"

"My black brother got his hands on a pair of Balenciaga's newest shoes, size 41 for the left foot and 43 for the right. If you have different-sized feet, contact me immediately, this pair only! No receipt!"

"Anyone offering a looting service? I want two 'Granny's treasure' bags from Chanel, LV is fine too, I don't need receipts. If you have strong and capable friends offering proxy shopping, please contact me immediately!"

"My brother just snatched two pairs of Balenciaga shoes, if you want them, act quick. He needs to tend to a wound, then he'll go for the next loot. Last five minutes, hurry up and place your orders!"

"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Menglong suddenly saw the gloomy expression on Lu Yiyao's face.

"Nothing, it's just that Qiqi and the others asked me if I could find someone to help them grab a few bags..."

"Hahaha!" Wang Ling was already rolling with laughter at the side. Netizens nowadays really know how to have fun!"

Some people also noticed that the group of patients, for some reason, only caused trouble inside the Champs-Elysees Spring Plaza, without storming any other place. So far, there had been no reports of casualties; they seemed like a well-trained special force with their sights set solely on the Champs-Elysees Spring Plaza.

But no one tried to investigate further, after all, the whole thing was absurd to the extreme!