Chapter 50: I Have 600,000 People to Prove This Bag of Stuff Belongs to You!

Following the navigation, Lu Xingzhou arrived at the address provided by the bicycle shop owner.

The shop's interior could not quite be called glittering with gold and jade, but it was certainly luxurious enough to make Lu Xingzhou feel at a single glance that it was far beyond his budget.

The store owner was a middle-aged man with a remarkably warm and hospitable personality.

He wheeled out a Specialized SL8 and handed it over to Lu Xingzhou.

"Streamer, I honestly didn't expect you to accept my challenge. Consider this bike a gift from me—take it for a spin and see how it feels."

The purplish-red frame looked quite dazzling. Lu Xingzhou took hold of the handlebars and gave the bike a lift. "It's this light?"

The owner smiled and explained, "Modern bikes are all made of carbon fiber, so naturally, they're lightweight."

"Then I must thank you, Boss."

"Oh, don't mention it. If you happen to run into some trouble today, I'll easily make every penny of this bike back."

Dark lines cropped up on Lu Xingzhou's forehead. This owner was entirely too honest!

"Boss, do you buy used bicycles here?"

Before Lu Xingzhou could even step out of the door, a slightly dark-skinned young man pushed a Trek bicycle into the shop.

The owner glanced at the way the young man was pushing the bike. "Not buying. Why would I buy a bike? I don't deal in second-hand vehicles here."

The young man put on a flattering smile, pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and offered it to the owner. "Even if you don't buy used bikes, you could take them for parts, right? Repair shops recycle spare parts—how come you don't do that here?"

The shop owner rejected the cigarette. "Kid, you stole this bike, didn't you? Get it out of here right now. My shop isn't a place for you to fence stolen goods."

In an instant, the young man reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, jumping up high to defend himself.

"You boss, how utterly rude! How can you smear an innocent person's reputation out of thin air? How could this bike possibly be stolen?"

"I'm telling you, this bike was stolen by you."

"I said this bike wasn't stolen!"

"This bike was definitely stolen by you!"

"This bike was definitely not stolen by me!"

Lu Xingzhou squatted in a corner, watching the drama unfold like a spectator eating melon seeds, while his live streaming chat room was already in an uproar.

< Wager a 'Super Rocket' that this bike is one hundred percent stolen. >

< Matching the 'Super Rocket'. If this bike had a legitimate origin, the streamer would never have crossed paths with it. >

< Matching two 'Super Rockets'. Judging by the types of cases the streamer runs into, stealing a bike is easily the mildest crime on the list. >

< Our streamer always starts with a three-year sentence as the baseline and the death penalty as the ceiling. He specializes in never playing low-tier matches. >

< Streamer: My eyes are a ruler; if I say you're prison-bound, you're definitely prison-bound. >

< Since the bike shop owner says this guy is a bike thief, why isn't he calling the police? >

< No evidence. Even if they call the police, without proof that the bike is stolen, they can only let him go, and in the end, it just brings trouble to yourself. If you think the bike someone is trying to sell is suspicious, the best move is simply not to buy it and chase them away. >

During the argument between the shopkeeper and the young man, because road bikes lack kickstands, the bicycle crashed to the ground with a loud thud.

With a sharp snap, the carbon fiber frame cracked right down the middle!

The young man froze for a few seconds, then immediately started jumping up and down, pointing at the bike on the floor. "You knocked the bike over! You have to pay for this, you're paying for it!"

The shopkeeper angrily retorted, "What does this have to do with me? Clearly, you failed to steady it properly and dropped it yourself. You even chipped my floor tiles—pay up!"

Lu Xingzhou paid no attention to the bickering between the shopkeeper and the youth. His eyes were fixed on the fractured frame, where something seemed to be hidden inside.

Taking a stride forward, he knelt beside the broken frame and inspected it closely.

The young man barked sternly, "Hey, you break it, you buy it!"

Lu Xingzhou picked up the fallen bicycle. "You didn't even bother to catch the bike when it fell, yet you were standing there arguing with the owner—and you still claim this is your bike?"

The young man was momentarily stunned. Lu Xingzhou's breezy remark sounded somewhat unreasonable at first, but in reality, everyone develops a certain emotional projection toward their personal belongings.

Flushed with embarrassment, the young man argued, "It's my stuff! Whether I catch it or not has nothing to do with you!"

Lu Xingzhou asked again, "Can you confirm that this bike is yours?"

The young man's face turned beet red. "Yes! Is there a problem?"

Lu Xingzhou glanced at the viewer count in his live stream, then turned his gaze back to the young man.

"Right now, there are 630,000 people in my live stream, and all of them can testify that you said this bicycle belongs to you!"

Seeing the corners of Lu Xingzhou's mouth curled upward, the young man's heated emotions instantly calmed down.

A vague premonition told him that he was about to be trapped!

'Could he know whose bike this is? Impossible! I rode all the way across River-City to fence these goods, and I specifically took back alleys. How could this guy catch up to me so fast?'

The young man stiffened his neck and stubbornly insisted, "Right! It is mine! Got a problem with that?"

Lu Xingzhou pulled a pair of latex gloves from his pocket...

These were the gloves Lu Jiangying had stuffed into his pockets, convinced that Lu Xingzhou would eventually find a use for them.

After putting on the latex gloves, Lu Xingzhou removed the bicycle saddle. Tied underneath the seat was a thin cord, and the other end of the cord was attached to a packet of white powder.

The plastic packaging containing the powder looked exceptionally familiar to Lu Xingzhou.

Wasn't this the exact name of the print shop run by the drug dealers who had kidnapped him to wrap steamed buns?

At this moment, the young man also realized what was happening. With something concealed in a spot as hidden as a bicycle frame, what else could it possibly be?!

The young man collapsed onto the floor, swallowing hard. "This bike isn't mine! It's really not mine! I stole it!"

Lu Xingzhou turned around. "But just a moment ago, right in front of hundreds of thousands of people, you said this bike was yours! I now have hundreds of thousands of witnesses who can prove this bike belongs to you!"

"This bike really isn't mine!"

"It is yours!"

Seeing this scene, the bicycle shop owner also felt like stirring the fire. He switched the display screen in the shop—which was normally used for playing advertisements—to broadcast Lu Xingzhou's live stream.

"Take a look for yourself at how many people can testify that this bike is yours!"

The young man looked up and saw the live stream chat completely flooded with comments, every single one confirming that the bicycle belonged to him, with the number rapidly multiplying.

< Oh yes, yes, yes, I can prove it! This bike is definitely his! >

< I recorded the screen! He said it with absolute certainty! >

< I've already clipped the video and uploaded it to the short-video platforms! >

These internet users, who loved nothing more than watching a spectacle, seemed determined to send him straight behind bars.

The young man's lips trembled uncontrollably, rendering him incapable of uttering a complete sentence.

Slapping the ground, the young man executed a fierce kip-up, shoved Lu Xingzhou aside, and made a dash for the exit to run for his life.

However, the moment he moved, he felt as though he had slammed into a solid mountain and rebounded backward.

"Oof!"

The young man tumbled back onto the floor.

Lu Xingzhou took out his phone from his pocket. "Sis, that batch of drugs you said you were looking for last night? I found a portion of it."

Basking in the scorching sun while setting up a blockade across the street, Lu Jiangying raised an eyebrow upon hearing Lu Xingzhou's words.

"So, you found it through evidence and logic?"

Lu Xingzhou looked bewildered. "Huh? What evidence? What logic? I don't know anything about that!"

Lu Jiangying: ……