Chapter 214

The user was catching a ride to the airport with a buddy scrolling endlessly through his phone out of sheer boredom. That was when a school bus sporting a flashy, custorm wrap caught his eye t decked out in the kind of design that would make any kid’s day “Hey, pull up next to that bus.” he nudged his friend behind the wheel.

His friend, having gotten a quick brief on the situation and seeing the road was clear, decided to edge closer to the bus.

But before they could make their move, a black sedan cut in between them and the bus, keeping pace with the school bus like a shadow.

The streamer had just gone live when this unfolded. While he was still wrapping his head around it, a fleet of black sedans appeared out of thin air, forming a protective convoy around the bus.

His car was squeezed to the side, managing to capture only the tail end of the bus on his live stream.

The viewers, who had clicked in out of curiosity, were suddenly part of a realHife drama.

“Whoa, talk about a VIP kid convoy. They got more bodyguards than a president.”

“This is the kind of security you see on TV when they’re moving high–profile criminals.”

“Those kids are way more important than criminals, and they’re the heirs to the family “The heirs are on the move. It is so funny.”

“Didn’t believe in Winnie’s predictions, huh? Why the heavy security then?”

“Maybe for these rich kids, this is just a walk in the park?”

“Yall, play it safe on the road. Streamer, maybe don’t follow them.”

“Is this the ‘unexpected encounter Winnie was talking about?”

“No way, the blogger said they might face danger on their study trip.”

“Are we live–streaming all the way to Europe now?”

The streamer smirked as he read the comments. Europe? As if that was on the cards.

But now that the live stream was rolling, he wasn’t about to shut it down, even if all he could show was the back of a bus. So, he persevered, streaming all the way to the airport.

As the bus came to a halt, a line of kids, clad in their posh kindergarten uniforms and matching orange caps, filed out under the watchful eye of their teachers. Even their uniforms bore the logo of a high–end brand, visibly high quality in both design and material.

“Their uniforms probably cost more than my entire wardrobe,” one viewer commented enviously.

The streamer, with nothing else to do, kept following the stream as he got closer to the action. But just as he was getting into it, a towering man approached him, his gaze sharp and waming. The streamer recognized him as one of the bodyguards who had stepped out of the sedan earlier.

The bodyguard, dressed not in the typical black suit from the movies but in a more practical tactical polo, was clearly trying not to scare the kids. The streamer was about to put his phone away when suddenly, chaos erupted.

15:15 A young man in a short–sleeve shirt and dress pants, with a bag slung over his shoulder, rushed toward the kids. The streamer’s eyes widened in horror as he saw the man pull a knife from his bag.

“Danger. Protect the kids,” he screamed at the top of his lungs.

The children, who had been obediently queuing to load their luggage, were clueless until a piercing scream broke out, followed by a surge of panic as they scattered in all directions.

The man with the knife, his eyes burning with madness, lunged towards the children.

The viewers were stunned. What kind of monster attacks kids at an airport?

The streamer shouted, and the children finally noticed the attacker approaching. Screams erupted, and the kids started to scatter.

The attacker’s eyes were red with frenzy as he swung his knife, aiming to strike.

But before he could get close, a group of well–trained men burst from the side of the bus. Some shielded the kids while others rushed the attacker.

One man, wielding a baseball bat, struck the attacker’s arm with precision. The rest piled on, and within seconds, the attacker was subdued on the ground.

By the time airport security arrived with shields drawn, the scene was already under control by the bodyguards.

The teachers, though pale with fright, were quick to comfort the terrified children.

When word got out that someone had attacked travelers right outside the airport terminal, more patrols and ground staff rushed to the scene to protect and console.

The children, unharmed but shaken, were soon clamoring to go home, forgetting all about the study trip. The teachers, now unable to proceed with the check–in, began contacting parents to arrange safe retum.

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It was then that the head of the school expressed their gratitude to the Bryant family for their foresight in providing a security detail, which had likely averted a real disaster.

Everyone assumed the airport’s security was airtight, with thorough checks for dangerous items long before anyone entered the main hall.

Who could have imagined someone would choose to attack right there, outside the security checkpoint?

The attacker must have known he wouldn’t get far, even if he had succeeded, as airport security would have instantly neutralized him.

The viewers of the livestream were unanimous in their sentiment – this attacker never planned to escape.

From the very moment he’d hit “Go Live,” his followers had been watching, eyes glued to their screens as one by one, the kids were pulled from the brink of disaster. Now, as he caught a glimpse of the rapidly climbing viewer count in his streaming dashboard, there was only one thought racing through his mind.

“I’m about to go viral.”