Chapter 175 The Troll Army's Defeat

• In the comments, "Can the streamer explain what's going on here?" questioned Hopeless Romantic. Ivan was sitting in front of his computer right now, juggling three roles. This time, he was going to put Wynter in a tight spot. Margaret wanted to protect Wynter, so she clung to the edge of the table when she noticed the comments. But Wynter just snorted and stared straight into the camera. "We're going to be doing something a little different today than our regular consultations." The remark from Better Tomorrow read: "Don't shift the subject! Give an explanation! Drawling, Wynter said, “Ivan Yarbrough? Everyone in the army of trolls stopped typing at once. They gave Ivan a horrified look. “ Mr. Yarbrough, she just...
• Ivan had also tensed up in his chair. He was on the verge of asking Wynter how she recognized him. "The only explanation I have today will only help the trolls," Wynter continued, grinning. Did you trolls know that you could receive a sentence of less than three years in prison for serious instances of online slander? Better Tomorrow responded, “Are you out of your mind? Why would we listen to a murderer using the law against us? Wynter shot back, "I think you're the one who's crazy." “Need I remind you of Strawberry Cloud, Mr. Yarbrough? She was the streamer who, after experiencing cyberbullying, committed suicide a month ago.
• When the dead streamer was brought up, the whole troll army blanched. But as Better Tomorrow, Ivan adamantly countered, "How is it our fault that she cracked under pressure?" He frequently made this point, but he didn't anticipate that it would be the main factor in his demise today. Wynter grinned. "So, Mr. Yarbrough, it's you. I'll presume that the accounts you now use have actual IP addresses. The trolls understood what she meant, but the other viewers on her live-streaming channel did not. "We must now hide our tracks, Mr. Yarbrough!" But Wynter seemed to have a bug on the wall of the troll army. She remarked, her eyes widening a little, "It's too late to run.