Chapter 3107: After Divorce, Forced to Compete with My Ex‑Husband 38 Times

The door of Room 203 was tightly shut, a sliver of light leaking from the crack.

Jin Chen stood in front of the door, raised his hand and knocked; inside fell silent for a few seconds, then a wary voice came: "Who?"

Jin Chen didn't answer and knocked again; the person inside clearly had no intention of opening the door. Jin Chen let out a soft sigh, turned his head, and looked at Jeffrey standing at the hallway corner: "Is this door expensive?"

Jeffrey poked half his body out from the corner and hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, no, I'll open it!"

He quickly walked over, pulled out a universal card from his pocket, swiped it on the lock's sensor area, and stepped aside to make space.

Inside, Mai Lun's body was tense, using his body to shield Chimu behind him, not expecting them to really break in. Chimu's face was even paler, his eye sockets slightly red, looking as if he had just cried or been frightened; he curled up into a ball, and upon seeing Jin Chen walk in, his body instinctively shrank back.

Mai Lun shouted, "What do you want! Don't you know who my father is!"

Steve stepped out from behind Jin Chen, he was noticeably taller than Mai Lun; taking a stance there, he blocked most of the doorframe: "Your father is a poor ghost, every year he comes to me for money in the name of investing in the imperial family, like a beggar."

Mai Lun: "……"

His lips twitched twice; he wanted to retort but couldn't find suitable words to strike back.

Yunwu stood beside Steve, hearing this, he couldn't help but tilt his head and curl his lip.

Mai Lun obviously couldn't protect Chimu.

Jeffrey's people gave Mai Lun no chance to speak further. Two individuals came from either side, moving swiftly and skillfully, one on the left, one on the right, they grabbed Mai Lun's arms; a blow with a stick sent his eyes rolling up as he collapsed limp to the ground, and the two dragged him out of the room.

Jin Chen took off Mai Lun's live‑broadcast orb, turned off its power, turned around, and looked at the only person left in the room.

Chimu sat on the edge of the bed, his body trembling slightly, watching Jin Chen approach step by step; his voice quivered with near‑pleading weakness: "Brother Chen, you can't lay a hand on me… Steve, help me…"

Steve shuddered, hastily clapped his hands over his ears, and didn't forget to tug Yunwu away as he said, "Leave this weirdo to you!"

Jin Chen waved his hand, signaling Jeffrey to close the door.

Just then, a voice of 999 sounded in his mind: 【Task performer, the audit mechanism is preparing to intervene, it will affect your actions.】

Jin Chen had been waiting for exactly those words.

He took out a pair of silver handcuffs from his pocket, and under Chimu's astonished gaze, he slowly and deliberately cuffed one of his wrists to the iron railing by the window; his body then leaned back slightly, resting against the windowsill, like an unwilling bystander forced to observe, his oppressive aura diminishing by half.

The silver handcuffs gleamed coldly in the moonlight, accentuating his long fingers and the lines of his wrist bones, presenting an astonishingly fragile beauty under the moon's glow.

: How did Jin Chen handcuff himself???

: Damn, this scene is too good‑looking, even though I don't know what he's doing it's really beautiful……

: No, what the hell is he trying to do? I really can't figure it out.

Chimu also stared at him blankly, tears still hanging on his lashes, his expression shifting from fear to confusion.

Jin Chen's deep pupils reflected the bright moonlight; he idly curled his lip, symbolically struggled a bit at his cuffed wrist, his tone laden with exaggerated, performative helplessness: "Ah… you guys don't take Chimu away."

Chimu: "???"

The audit mechanism's operation glitched at that moment.

It had not read from the original plot database any connection between this fortune‑blessed son and Jeffrey's gang of bandits; and since Jin Chen had lost his ability to act, he appeared completely unsuited to threaten the safety of the popularity‑magnet protagonist. The audit mechanism's judgment logic swung back and forth among several options a few times, finally choosing the conservative route: it determined that Jin Chen currently lacked the capacity to rescue or harm Chimu, twitched slightly, then fell silent.

Jin Chen continued to lean against the windowsill, his posture relaxed, his tone light, as if he were a carefree spectator offering advice to the actors on stage.

"You guys absolutely must not take him away, break his legs so he can't run, and then poison‑mute him."

Jeffrey stood at the doorway and replied loudly, "Received!"

Chimu stepped back two steps, his back hitting the wall, "No……"

: Jin Chen, don't give any more advice!

: My back feels chilly; this person is really terrifying… how can he say such things so nonchalantly.

: So is Jin Chen handcuffing himself to cut ties? Pretending he's also a victim? Who is he putting on this show for?

Chimu gritted his teeth, trying to dodge the approaching people, while frantically calling out to the Popularity System in his mind.

【Quick! Correct Jin Chen's plot again! Get him back on track!】

The system's voice sounded weary: 【Host, you currently lack enough Fortune Value to make corrections. The remaining Fortune Value should be used to protect your own safety, not for offensive operations.】

Chimu was unwilling, but he also knew the system was stating a fact.

His Fortune Value had been drained too much by previous failed operations; now it's insufficient to support a full plot correction.

Chimu's gaze darkened for an instant; after this, he would definitely make Jin Chen kneel and beg him in tears, but before that he must first survive tonight.

With the system's help, Chimu actively severed his consciousness, falling into a faint, his body going limp on the ground without moving.

Jeffrey stepped forward, tapped Chimu's shoulder with his toe to test, confirmed he was truly unconscious, then waved his hand to summon his subordinates, who swiftly bound Chimu.

Jin Chen leaned against the windowsill watching this scene, "Break his legs, mute him with poison, just in case…" He paused, raised an eyebrow at the unconscious Chimu on the floor, "He's putting on another act."

Jeffrey let out an affirmative sound, personally took charge; his movements were clean and decisive, with no hesitation, clearly accustomed to this kind of work.

Jin Chen kindly adjusted the angle of the live‑broadcast orb in the room, pointing the camera directly at this scene.

He faced the camera with a satisfied smile, his tone light: "It's a pity Uncle Chenshu can't see this; I'll give him a surprise tomorrow."

After Jeffrey's people dragged Chimu and Mai Lun out, the room fell quiet.

Jin Chen fiddled with the handcuff's lock; the cuff was fastened to the iron railing of the windowsill, the silver chain looping half‑circle around his elongated fingers; he played with it twice, then gave a gentle twist to loosen the clasp, the silver metal ring sliding off his wrist into his palm.

Then he lifted his head, gazing at the live‑broadcast orb still hovering in mid‑air—the only one still operational.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled at the camera, appearing especially vivid in the moonlight. Yet that handsomeness carried a chilling composure, like a hunter who has set all his traps and is now waiting for the prey to walk in.

: Ahhhh don't come over!

: He looked over! He smiled at the camera! I'm terrified but I can't look away!

: This guy is truly insane, yet I actually find him handsome—am I not normal either……

: Mom! Jin Chen said he'd give Chenshu a surprise—could he be planning to send Chimu's head to Chenshu……

: You up there, stop giving Jin Chen advice!

Jin Chen chuckled and said, "Let me guess… some of the viewers of this broadcast are secretly plotting to send people to kill me, while the vast netizens of Star Net have already filed reports with the Judgment Department, wanting the judges to bring people to arrest me, imprison me, and exile me."

The barrage's scrolling speed increased.

: How did he guess that! Indeed, someone has already tagged the Judgment Department on Star Net!

Jin Chen will take the live‑stream ball down from the air, holding it in his hand and playing with it.

The distance is really too close—so close that the camera can only see his face, which, bathed in moonlight and indoor light, shows an extremely striking beauty.

The live‑chat comments froze for a second at that moment, as if everyone had been dazed by that face and forgot to type.

Jin Chen said, "It's a pity, this is a bit too far; by the time you all get here…" He slowly finished the latter half: "That would be too late."

He raised the live‑stream ball to the height of his line of sight, as if making eye contact through the camera with everyone watching the screen.

"So, as a game designer, I'll take you all on a wager game."

He lifted his eyes and smiled, saying, "I'll give you three days."

"Three days later, I'll restart the live stream; if by then the truth of Chenshu's betrayal of the military hasn't been clarified, I'll give you a big… surprise."

Having said that, Jin Chen deftly turned off the last live‑stream ball.

Leaving the viewers of the whole‑star network staring blankly at the black screen.