Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles! novel Chapter 434

Boris quickly tried to turn off the livestream, but for some reason, he couldn't. What? But it should've been shut down.

Blake looked at him and said coldly, "Save your breath."

The viewers went into mocking mode too.

'We have the evidence and witnesses, and your account's revealed. There's nowhere to hide.'

'You f*cking scumbag. Let's see you weasel your way out of this. You pride yourself on bullsh*tting your way out of any situation, don't you?'

'You claim to be helping stray cats, but you're actually selling their blood? How evil can you be? How dare you demand someone else to be a paragon of virtue when you're nothing but trash yourself!'

Boris was furious. He worked on this business for three years, and now it was ruined in the span of a single livestream. All the accounts he came up with were ruined. And you call Blake a paragon of virtue? He's doing the same thing I did. He's just trying to gain traffic by putting on a mask of justice. He roared, "Yeah, the workshop's mine, but you think that guy's a paragon of virtue? He used the pretext of exposing my crimes just to gain traffic! Can't you see that? We're competition, and he's just using me to make money, you fools! That guy has millions of followers, but he still came after a small creator like me! He's just being a big bully!"

"Yeah, we did take the cats' blood, but you never asked us why. We never did it for ourselves."

"A lot of pet owners are worried about their pets, and we're just trying to help them! It's not selling blood, it's donating blood."

"We're non-profit! All we want is to save more cats! We're doing charity here!"

Lilly couldn't believe it. They're still trying to weasel their way out of this?

A hint of smugness glinted in Boris' eyes. Every time they sold the blood, the records would say 'Blood donation.' Every single transaction was recorded as 'Donation.' As long as I'm shameless enough, no one can take me down. I've always been preparing for any situation. Let's see how you can take me down. Boris sneered. "And even if I was selling blood, nothing in the law book says it's a crime." If this isn't a crime, then no one can arrest me.

The viewers couldn't believe Boris could stoop so low, and the ones who tried to defend Boris couldn't say a word anymore. Blake flipped through the workshop's accounts, and it was filled with the records of the transactions they made. Every transaction was recorded as 'Blood donation' and 'Donation,' just like what Boris said, but no matter how perfect the accounts looked, there were still flaws.

For example, the records clearly said that 50ml of blood was exchanged for 1500. There were no currencies or anything, but the amount paid for different volumes of blood had a pattern. For example, 100ml of blood would net them three thousand, while 50ml of blood would net them 1500. Sometimes there would be more blood being sold, and the workshop would gain six thousand to ten thousand. Those were rare, but the amount was surprisingly uniform.

That's clearly price tags. There's no way donations could be this uniform. Blake knew that anyone could see that as long as they had a functioning brain. If someone out there couldn't realize this, they might as well try to get a new brain.

The viewers were furious, and they cursed Boris, but just like he said, even if he was selling blood, no one could arrest him. It wasn't a crime anyway. The law couldn't do anything to him, and the only way to get to him was through morality's judgment.