[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off":3,"chapter-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-197":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Bound to the Sign-In System, I Took Off",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2336251,4567,"Chapter 197: Free America, Gunfight Every Day","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-197",197,"\u003Cp>Qin Yun and Emily got off the helicopter and returned to the training camp, where everyone would have two days of rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The medical team would conduct a full physical examination and adjustment for everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After over a month of wilderness living, nearly everyone’s body showed abnormal indicators—this was unavoidable. In the wild, once nutritional intake fell short, deficiencies in trace elements immediately manifested as abnormal blood markers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, almost everyone’s health status was negative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except Qin Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire medical team stared at their physical examination reports, exchanging bewildered glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck, is this even human?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cardiorespiratory function was as robust as a bull’s; his blood pressure and lipid levels showed no fluctuation whatsoever. Liver and kidney functions were perfect. Even the complete blood count—the most likely to show abnormalities—was entirely normal, with not a single abnormal indicator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From head to toe, every organ was perfectly calibrated, astonishingly so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, they’d watched his livestreams and knew he ate balanced meals consistently, adapting to the wilderness far better than others—so this result, upon reflection, wasn’t surprising at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Qin, are we heading straight back the way we came?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After two days of rest, Guo Yao’s complexion had finally regained some color, but she still looked exhausted—there’d be plenty of rest once they got back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun shook his head: “I still need to go to the U.S. with the production team to claim my prize, shoot promotional posters, and possibly meet with two advertisers—I want to see what they offer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Yao looked at him enviously. In this wilderness survival show, Qin Yun had reaped enormous gains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just the prize money—advertisers had actually come knocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of ads?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Casio and Red Bull.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Yao understood. These were precisely the sponsors Qin Yun had partnered with on the show—looks like both companies were placing heavy bets on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reality was much the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Casio and Red Bull had recognized Qin Yun’s greater commercial value in this wilderness survival show. Though not a celebrity, his current fame even surpassed that of some stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DJI in China also showed interest, but not as a spokesperson—Su Huan said they planned to increase his future livestream revenue. The originally agreed-upon rate was clearly outdated, so DJI wanted to renew his contract early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, this wilderness survival show wasn’t just about prize money—his fame had expanded, and his commercial value had skyrocketed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, contestants from the training camp began leaving. Most stopped by Qin Yun to take photos and say goodbye; only a few exceptions remained, like Park Buncheng and Yamamoto Kazusuke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qin, I look forward to your new livestreams,” Emily hugged Qin Yun and whispered in his ear, “The address I sent you on my phone is in Miami—if you ever come looking for me, just go there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she lightly bit his earlobe, sending chills down Qin Yun’s spine and freezing his smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck, this white woman’s trying to seduce me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gerard, Emily, Michael left. Guo Yao left. Tom and the others left. In a single day, everyone except him was driven to the airport, scattering to the four corners of the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the production team finished their work, they too departed for the airport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting in the car, he estimated his prize earnings: two million U.S. dollars, minus taxes, roughly $1.8 million—about 12.5 million RMB at current exchange rates. Add the 2 million from Douyin, totaling around 15 million RMB.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point in time, this income was quite decent. Still, he wasn’t overly excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Douyin livestreams alone brought in millions per session—15 million no longer carried much emotional weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he valued more was the surge in popularity from this show’s livestreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just check his Douyin followers: from 50 million, he’d now hit 90 million—barely a step away from 100 million. Among all Douyin users, his follower count ranked among the top three—truly terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, with this many followers, even if he stopped livestreaming entirely, a single product livestream could earn him a year’s worth of income.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wasn’t someone who cared deeply about money—he’d never considered becoming a livestream sales host. His self-media was one thing only: livestreaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that his fame was out there and his popularity had surged, it was time to open accounts on TikTok, YouTube, and Twitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In future livestreams, he’d broadcast simultaneously across multiple platforms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the plane!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“George, what’s wrong? You seem down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person he knew best in the production team was assistant director George Bryant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George forced a smile and shook his head: “Nothing. Just… feeling a bit empty now that the show’s over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t tell Qin Yun the truth—it was a massive scandal. Best to bury it deep, pretend nothing happened, since the final outcome was positive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Qin Yun chuckled: “Resting isn’t good?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They chatted casually for a while, then Qin Yun put on an eye mask and closed his eyes to rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Qin Yun’s first time in the U.S.—and in New York.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d only seen America’s glamour and filth through media reports, but now that he was here, he realized it was two extremes—sharply divided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wandered alone, here and there, and what he saw made his skin crawl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Billionaires gathered here; luxury brands lined every street. Top universities, healthcare, and arts were world-class. Yet vast slums existed side by side—bottom-tier citizens had abysmal access to social resources; homeless people were everywhere, and crime was rampant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one sentence: the rich got richer, the poor got poorer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to China, China was a godlike nation—it ensured even the poorest could eat, wear clothes, and live decently, while enjoying adequate education, healthcare, and modern technological benefits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And America’s so-called democracy was almost an insult to human intelligence—yet the masses still bought into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his week here, he’d seen multiple mass protests in New York—like they were going to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the bottom tier was this bad, the ruling class was even worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it was truly a paradise for the rich—if you had money, you could buy anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in Qin Yun’s view, his evaluation of this place was simple: disorganized, undisciplined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After filming a pile of promotional videos and posters, he contacted Casio’s U.S. headquarters, then had Su Huan remotely intervene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Business? I don’t understand it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They finally settled on a sponsorship deal: three million U.S. dollars per year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the brand was Japanese, he wasn’t that picky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Red Bull, they finalized an A-tier contract—livestream fees to be negotiated individually each time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The A-tier contract paid fifty thousand U.S. dollars annually—Qin Yun didn’t have to do anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Red Bull wanted him to participate in other events, they’d pay extra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When everything was settled, the company account gained over five million U.S. dollars—this wilderness survival show was officially complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting in George’s car, they were now en route to the New York airport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morning traffic in New York was as bad as Beijing’s—horns blared nonstop, people of every color filled the streets, and random lunatics wandered around, clearly high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing it all, you could only think: Fuck, New York really has every kind of person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Screech!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car ahead slammed on its brakes, forcing George to stomp his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George cursed and flipped the driver off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what happened next took a wrong turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car ahead’s doors flew open—two people, a man and a woman, each clutching something to their chest, walking toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, Qin Yun felt a sharp throb between his eyebrows—a sudden, ominous premonition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George frowned and said to Qin Yun: “Qin, stay in the car. I’ll handle this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d just unfastened his seatbelt to get out when Qin Yun grabbed him, his face turning pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the pair drew closer, they pulled out their hands—black gun barrels aimed straight at their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck, evil Chinese, die, you demon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white woman’s face twisted with malice as she pointed at Qin Yun and fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gunshot acted like a switch—the noisy street fell silent for a heartbeat, then erupted as everyone ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun’s heart pounded—he wasn’t new to gun threats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was New York—on a public street, they just pulled out guns and shot people? Is there no justice?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, he reacted fast—he yanked the seat latch, throwing himself backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, the male gunman aimed at George’s head, ready to fire. George was frozen—what the fuck? I just honked and flipped someone off—do I deserve to die?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could react, Qin Yun grabbed his shoulder and yanked him backward, dragging him off the seat entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another shot—bullet pierced the seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun calmed instantly, unbuckled his seatbelt, yanked open the door, and kicked hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force flung the door outward—just as the female gunman, having missed, stood outside the door, she screamed and was flung away by the swinging door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She rolled over ten meters before stopping, gun falling beside her, unconscious, head bleeding profusely—looking gruesome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The male gunman’s face changed—he quickly retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get out! Get out now! Hands on your head, kneel on the ground—hurry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun ignored him, glanced at George: “You okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George was dazed but shook his head: “Fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stay in the car,” Qin Yun patted his shoulder. Though he didn’t know what had happened, being threatened with death meant he wouldn’t let this slide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered U.S. law: in public, if your life is threatened, you may defend yourself—just don’t kill them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck, get out now, Chinese.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white man retreated beside the wounded woman, glancing at his bleeding companion—furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hadn’t killed him, and now his partner was injured—utterly infuriating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the other side of the traffic light, several people leaned forward, filming with their phones, their curiosity burning brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun raised his hands high and slowly stepped out of the car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t shoot, I’m coming out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Qin Yun step out, the white man’s eyes lit up with relief, then he barked: “Where’s the other one? That bastard from the production crew—get him out too… Stop right there!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly realized Qin Yun had gotten out of the car and was walking toward him, hands raised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun’s expression was calm, his tone steady: “Sir, do you know the consequences of openly brandishing a gun and shooting someone in New York? No irreversible damage has been done yet—even if you’re arrested, I’m sure you can post bail. But if you kill someone, it’s a different story.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up!” The white man’s voice cracked with bluster. “Stop! Stop right there! Don’t take another step, or I’ll shoot you dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun ignored him—he’d already heard the sirens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Qin Yun drew closer, the white man suddenly pulled the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the moment the gun fired, Qin Yun dropped his body, thrusting hard with his right foot—his entire form vanished, leaving only a lingering afterimage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a single dash across the mere four or five meters, Qin Yun closed the distance. One finger tapped the man’s wrist—a faint, almost inaudible “crack” echoed—and the man’s wrist dislocated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, Qin Yun punched the man’s chest, sending him flying backward to crash heavily onto the ground. His eyes rolled up, and he lost consciousness instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, guess in free America, gunfights happen every day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t touch the two guns on the ground, to avoid trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“George, come out. It’s over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George stepped out of the car and saw the two gunmen lying unconscious on the ground. He exhaled in relief—then his face darkened slightly as he recognized their clothing and sleeve insignias.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re from PETA New York.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, two police cars appeared at the intersection, one behind the other.\u003C\u002Fp>",1947,"2026-06-20T21:37:28.858Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6680dc93fbf7cbcf942a30ba059dadba306d03a66d143cb8e73d0fe5fb80289a","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-198","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-196",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]