Extraordinary Realm from Persuasion System-Chapter 627 - 225: News of Zhang Beixing Returns Home!_3

After Zhang Beixing returned to the hotel, he first took a bath and changed into a bathrobe. Then, thinking about the huge scene he had caused today, he realized he couldn't keep it a secret. So, he turned on his phone and went online to check.

Then, Zhang Beixing was dumbfounded. At that moment, the internet was flooded with news of his death. The rumors from Great Xia were the most outrageous; they had even held an online memorial service for him. Watching his own comment section filled with messages like "President Zhang, rest in peace," "Brother Bei, bon voyage," and "May Brother Dan live forever," Zhang Beixing was utterly baffled. His emotions were even a bit incoherent.

Getting angry wasn't quite right, since the netizens were holding this memorial service out of concern for him. But to say he wasn't angry... here he was, a living man, attending his own funeral. This is fucked up...

"Wait, this has blown up so much, my mom and dad must know by now."

"Could it be that they're holding a funeral for me too?"

"I better call them right away to reassure them!"

"Otherwise, when I get home, they might have canceled my residency, and that would be truly hellish!"

Realizing this, Zhang Beixing quickly took out his phone and called his parents.

After a lot of explaining and enduring half an hour of scolding, he finally managed to calm his parents down so they wouldn't remove him from the family registry.

Right after hanging up that call, Chen Rourou's phone call came through.

Zhang Beixing answered.

Chen Rourou's voice, filled with utter shock, came through, "Master? Master, are you really still alive?"

Hearing this, Zhang Beixing's face darkened, and he said irritably, "Nonsense. If I weren't alive, do you think a ghost answered your call?"

"No, that's not what I meant! What I mean is, Master, how did you do it? Just now, Sister Siqi told me that when you walked down, you just trembled a bit, and the bullet was forced out of your body. Is that true, or was she exaggerating?"

On the other end of the phone, Chen Rourou babbled excitedly, her face alight with thrill. This whole thing was so unbelievable! When she first heard about it, she even suspected Lin Siqi might be joking with her. Now, she was desperate to see Zhang Beixing and find out how he had managed to survive such a situation.

Zhang Beixing naturally didn't have time to elaborate then. "Just basic skills. By the way, is your Grandmaster there?"

"I'm here."

Liu Yi's voice came from the side, followed by some noise on the phone—apparently, Chen Rourou had handed the phone to him.

"Beixing, how are you doing? Are you all right?"

"Everything's okay, don't worry, Master. When have I ever done something I wasn't sure of?"

"Are you really not injured? Don't push yourself."

"I'm really not!"

Hearing this, Liu Yi nodded. After chatting for a bit more and confirming that Zhang Beixing was indeed fine and in no mortal danger, he hung up the phone.

Afterward, calls came in from the Great Xia Martial Arts Association, the Asian Martial Arts Association, Huo Honghao, Superintendent Bai, and various other parties. Without exception, all had heard through various news channels that Zhang Beixing had survived a hail of bullets and were calling to inquire and express concern for his physical condition. Zhang Beixing responded to each one in turn.

Although his friends and relatives were relieved to hear that Zhang Beixing was safe, many were still skeptical because the whole situation was eerie. The final footage from the video was definitely accurate—Zhang Beixing had indeed been shot.

But how exactly had he survived? Everyone couldn't help but wonder. Was Zhang Beixing deliberately misreporting the situation, not wanting to worry them, when in fact he might be gravely injured and bedridden? Would it affect his health or leave any lasting effects?

For a time, countless people were worried.

By the time Zhang Beixing finally ran out of calls to answer, the afternoon had silently arrived. Warm, gentle sunlight streamed through the window, falling on his face, allowing the man who had been through a life-and-death struggle all morning to finally feel a sense of relaxation.

Now for the netizens. I need to ride this wave of popularity properly...