Chapter 948 - 967: Pushing Out Their Biological Son, Truly Willing to Sacrifice Him

The Federation Live Broadcast Company wasn’t the only one in deep trouble.

"If this damn company doesn’t have what it takes, they shouldn’t have offered such thrilling services... to think they actually got caught," the nobles who had paid for those illicit "gifts" cursed in their hearts.

A certain Assemblyman X looked at the various online comments, his heart pounding with fear. He wasn’t from a wealthy or noble background. He had only reached the position of assemblyman thanks to his carefully marketed persona and the support of netizens. If this matter were exposed—

There was also Young Master X, Boss X, President X, and Lord X. Lust was a blade that had skewered all these pieces of scum together. Now that the blade was heating up, it would inevitably melt all these pieces of scum down completely.

Just as everyone was at their wits’ end, terrified that their next step would plunge them into the abyss and smash them into mincemeat, a timely "remedy" arrived to quench their thirst.

"We can’t let public opinion ferment any longer. Someone has to step forward and take the fall for all this."

Someone had to be held responsible.

"Then pick someone already!"

"Do you think the netizens are idiots?! Do you think they’ll believe it if you just pick a random nobody?!"

The furious, crumbling voices nearly tore Qian Duoduo’s face off.

Qian Duoduo replied, "It’s not a random nobody. This person is my son, Qian Song."

"..."

Even a vicious tiger wouldn’t eat its own cubs. For a heinous crime that would go down in infamy, he was actually willing to throw his own biological son to the wolves. However, there was no reason to refuse. This scapegoat was perfectly qualified.

With a viable culprit secured, the group began discussing a feasible plan. Soon, the plan was finalized. The arrest and investigation operations, which had been at a standstill, finally began to turn.

The guillotine had fallen.

Meanwhile, Qian Song was still scrambling. After repeatedly threatening several people, someone finally gave him a definitive answer, telling him to go home and wait for news. Overjoyed, he shared the news with Qian Duoduo before retreating to his villa to rest, feeling as though this turbulent Chapter of his life was finally coming to a close.

Then, entirely out of the blue, he was arrested.

A swarm of police officers, accompanied by independent media personalities and Federation News reporters, showed up at his door. Flashing cameras, microphones, and laser guns were all aimed straight at him. Despite having committed unforgivable atrocities, Qian Song was entirely bewildered in that moment.

"Our station is currently following Federation police officers as they arrive at the Qian family’s home, the residence of the prime suspect in this case. As we can see, our officers are rapidly unlocking the door using the passcode provided by the suspect’s father..."

"He’s opening the door!"

On the broadcast feed, Qian Song’s utterly confused face was captured clearly by the cameras.

A uniformed officer clamped down on his wrists and slapped him in cuffs. As Qian Song began to struggle, the officer declared, "We have secured evidence of you violating the free will of others. You are under arrest. Please come with us!"

Violating the free will of others? Qian Song froze upon hearing the charge. The cameras faithfully recorded every second of this exchange.

Independent media personalities and reporters swarmed him the moment he was hauled toward the police vehicle.

"Mr. Qian Song, is this the first time you’ve forced streamers under your agency to sell their bodies?"

"Why did you do it?"

"Aside from Zhu Xing, who has already been mentioned, did you coordinate with anyone else?"

"Did you commit these acts using your authority because you felt it was unfair that you were left to wander outside the family for so long?"

"Are you taking revenge on your father?"

The tidal wave of questions crashed over him. Qian Song was like a drowning fish, unable to formulate a single answer.

It wasn’t until several minutes later that he finally snapped back to his senses, screaming, "I don’t know what you’re talking about!

"These things have nothing to do with me!

"I want my lawyer!"

He jumped up and down, acting as hysterical as a man who had been viciously framed.

But who was left willing to listen to him? Everything was already set in stone.