"So this is what Dragon Country is really like, I honestly thought it was very prosperous."

"..."

The live stream's chat messages increased quickly, with many people from other countries joining in. Seeing the uptick in popularity made Han Jie's smile even wider.

Three days ago, he arrived in Dragon Country, went to the Magic Capital, and once he started streaming, he nitpicked everywhere he went, magnifying any slight imperfections infinitely with his words.

This helped his streaming career advance once again, with his followers climbing to eight hundred thousand within three days, on track to reach a million soon.

After some fans suggested going to Qingyun, he agreed without hesitation.

After all, Qingyun City had already drawn international attention, with nearly all foreigners believing it to be a dazzling and prosperous place.

If he showcases the not-so-bright side of Qingyun City at this time, it will undoubtedly bring him immense buzz and alter foreigners' perceptions of Dragon Country once again.

He even hyped it up on his account, claiming he would live stream in Qingyun City of Dragon Country to reveal its true nature to everyone.

As expected, many people from other countries came to watch his stream, eroding the good image that Dragon Country had built up in the minds of these foreigners once more.

"Coming to Xia Country this time was a great choice. Once I return to Stick Country, I'll have a million followers as an anchor."

Han Jie chuckled inwardly, but continued speaking. As soon as he spotted any flaw in Dragon Country, he'd launch into a lengthy commentary. The viewers enjoyed Han Jie's exposition, delighting in any negative portrayal of Dragon Country.

Among the viewers were many Dragon Country people, who grew increasingly angry upon hearing Han Jie's commentary. They wanted to explain, but these Stick Country people didn't give them a chance.

Some of the enraged locals even threatened to beat Han Jie up, but a comment from a Stick Country viewer:

"It seems Dragon Country people truly lack manners, only resorting to violence to solve problems."

rendered those enraged locals helpless.

Just as the Dragon Country locals felt oppressed, while Stick Country people critiqued Dragon Country, a jarring sound suddenly echoed.

"...".

The moment the sound rang out, the viewers saw the live stream picture flip abruptly, while the anchor Han Jie flew forward with his entire body, his face slamming hard against the car's dashboard.

"Ouch!"

The sudden change made Han Jie yell out, and as he struggled to sit back up, he felt a burning pain in his nose.

"Anchor, what happened? Why is your nose bleeding?"

"How is Xia Liang driving? Did he hear the anchor speaking the truth, and now wants to retaliate?"

"Dragon Country people are awful, they can't handle the truth, resorting to petty tricks."

"..."

The live stream's chat messages filled up once more, with viewers clamoring after seeing Han Jie's red and bleeding nose.

"Aish, Xia Liang, what do you want to do?"

Han Jie was furious, pointing at Xia Liang as he shouted, even before he managed to wipe his bleeding nose.

"There's a traffic jam ahead."

Xia Liang replied blandly, then looked at Han Jie, immediately showing a surprised expression.

"Mr. Han Jie, what happened to you? Why are you bleeding?"

"What do you think happened? If it wasn't for your sudden brake, would I be like this?"

Seeing Xia Liang's shocked expression, Han Jie's anger flared up again. Clearly, Xia Liang did it on purpose, yet he pretended to know nothing.

"Mr. Han Jie, you've wronged me. I already mentioned the traffic jam ahead, and without a sudden brake, we would have crashed. I told you earlier to buckle up your seatbelt, else accidents could easily occur, but you didn't listen. We're both in the car, yet I'm fine, and you're not?" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Xia Liang said innocently.

This left the previously enraged Han Jie momentarily speechless. After all, Xia Liang indeed told him to fasten his seatbelt earlier, and if he had done so, he wouldn't be injured. Xia Liang's words were heard by the viewers, causing the Dragon Country locals who felt oppressed earlier to perk up.

"Doesn't Stick Country pride itself on etiquette? Why not even buckle up a seatbelt?"

"My dog knows to buckle up in the car, yet the Stick Country guy doesn't. Truly enlightening."

"Not following traffic rules, Stick Country is indeed something, yet they dare to act wildly in our Dragon Country?"

"Mr. Xia Liang is right, you didn't buckle up, so why blame others for the mishap?"

Not only Dragon Country locals, but even foreigners started backing Xia Liang. Buckling up is a universally known practice, not some obscure secret.

"Anchor, I do think you're wrong this time; how can one not buckle up in a car?"

"Folks, as a Stick Country native, I think the anchor is wrong. We're all quite civilized and always buckle up."

"This is the anchor's personal behavior, so don't generalize it to all of us Stick Country people."

"...".

Even some Stick Country viewers began to criticize Han Jie, nearly causing him, the supposed victim, to spit blood.

The ones who told him not to buckle up earlier were these same people, now they're pointing fingers at him.

So he's not a person, and they can mock him freely.

Even knowing he was wrong, the proud Stick Country native Han Jie was not willing to yield. Just as he prepared to find another angle to berate Xia Liang, Xia Liang spoke again.

"Mr. Han Jie, Dragon Country is not like your Goryeo Country. Your entire nation has a population of only over fifty million, while any city in Dragon Country has tens of millions. With more people, naturally, there are more cars. Unlike your empty streets, when I first visited Stick Country, I even thought there was nobody there."

Xia Liang began explaining earnestly, but his words infuriated Han Jie even more. What does he mean by nobody in Stick Country? Isn't he a person?

"Ah, Mr. Han Jie, you should hurry and wipe your blood; don't dirty my car."

As Xia Liang spoke, he disdainfully handed out tissues to wipe off the blood that dripped onto the car, completely unconcerned about Han Jie's injury.

"You, you..."

Han Jie glared at Xia Liang, his face flushed red with anger. Perhaps due to his agitation, his nose bled even more.

"Mr. Han Jie, are you doing it on purpose? I told you not to dirty my car, yet you still haven't cleaned the blood off. I consistently believed your Stick Country people as genuinely high-standard, as you say, but now you're embarrassing your Stick Country."

Xia Liang showed signs of impatience, given that quite a bit of blood had flowed onto his seat, leaving a pungent odor.

"I want to get off."