Timmy frantically tried to turn off the live stream, but for some reason, the device that he normally operated smoothly couldn't be turned off this time.

Kellen looked at the person on the screen and said coldly, "Don't waste your time."

The netizens mocked him as well,

"All the evidence is here, your account has been exposed, what else is there to hide?"

"You're trash, scum. Keep making excuses, aren't you good at talking?"

"You claim to help stray cats, but you're actually selling cat blood! Where is your conscience? How can you ask others about their conscience while you hang morality on your mouth all the time?"

Timmy was both angry and annoyed. He had worked hard for three years to build his studio, and all his achievements were destroyed in an instant, and all his accounts would be scrapped. Was what Kellen did ethically?

He angrily said, "Yes, this studio is mine! But do you think the other party is more righteous?"

"He intentionally targeted me under the guise of revealing the truth, just to gain more traffic! Can't you see it?!"

"In other words, he and I are competitors. He's making money by stepping on my head, he's a despicable person!"

"A big blogger with three million followers is competing against me, a small blogger with only a few hundred thousand followers. He's bullying us because we have fewer fans, he's taking advantage of the weak!"

"Yes, we are indeed drawing cat blood! But what you don't see is why we have to draw cat blood?"

"Is it for myself? Look at all the sick pets outside, how anxious their owners are? I draw cat blood to help them! To help those sick cats!"

"What we're doing is called cat blood donation! There's no profit at all! We're just trying to save more cats! We're doing a good deed!"

Susie was stunned. How could he make such excuses?

Timmy's eyes revealed a hint of pride. Whenever they sold cat blood, they recorded it as "cat blood donation." Every entry in their accounts was written as a thank-you from the cat owners who gave them "relief donations."

A tree without bark will undoubtedly die, and a person without shame will be invincible.

When the water is clear, there are no fish, and when people are despicable, they are invincible.

Those who do not plan ahead will have trouble in the future.

He had been on guard against this, so what could they do to him? "Come on, if you have the guts, come and catch me!"

Timmy sneered, and then said, "Moreover...let's say I'm really selling cat blood, is that illegal?" If it's not illegal, then who cares what they think? In the live broadcast room, Timmy's shamelessness stunned the netizens.

The saints who had just been defending him were speechless and felt like they had been slapped in the face.

Kellen looked through Timmy's studio's accounts and found a long page of detailed records of every cat blood transaction.

Indeed, every entry was recorded as a cat blood donation, and the money they received was noted as a love donation for helping stray cats.

Unfortunately, no matter how perfect the accounts were, there were loopholes. For example, the table clearly marked 50ml = 1500.

Although there were no units or any explanations, the data below the table was surprisingly consistent. Those who "donated" 100cc of cat blood received three thousand dollars in love donations. Those who "donated" 50cc received one thousand five hundred.

Occasionally, those who donated large amounts received six thousand or ten thousand dollars in love donations, but that was a rare occurrence, and even then, the amounts were surprisingly consistent.

With such clear pricing, how can they deny that it's a business transaction?

Are all donations for one thousand five hundred or three thousand dollars?

Kellen believed that anyone with a bit of intelligence could see through the trickery in these accounts.

Those who couldn't see it should just die and get a new brain.

The netizens were angry and cursed one after another, but as Timmy said, even if he really sold cat blood, what could they do to him? It's not illegal.

This matter, besides being able to be condemned on a moral level, there is really no way to restrain or punish him legally.

Timmy knew that his studio was considered useless, and he didn't have the patience to pretend to be a good person anymore.

He laughed arrogantly and said, "You bunch of incompetent and furious things, besides cursing me, what else can you do to me?"

"Anyway, I have already earned the money, you can curse all you want, I have no loss!"

"Believe it or not, I will just get a new ID card and register a new studio, and you will still give me likes."

The more Timmy spoke, the more ridiculous he felt, and he laughed out loud and closed the live broadcast room with a snap.

This made the netizens very angry.

What's even more upsetting to them is that Timmy was telling the truth... There will be thousands of studios even if one Timmy studio is gone.

They will come back with a hypocritical mask and there is nothing the netizens can do.

Kindness is valuable, and these parasites consume the kindness of netizens, make a lot of money, and eventually turn this world into a hell full of doubt and distrust.

Susie was very angry.

She didn't know what she could do, she just felt very uncomfortable, a feeling of powerlessness that was very angry but didn't know what to do, forcing her to want to hit someone.

Kellen smirked and rubbed Susie's small head.

Look, even Susie is angry.

Timmy must be caught, and he really thinks there is nothing we can do to him?

In this world, there is nothing that he cannot accomplish.

On the other side, Timmy's face was ugly, and he kicked Pinky's IV pole in anger.

Pinky remained silent.

The assistant's heart was ashen, and he asked in confusion, "Boss, what do we do now?"

Timmy was annoyed. What else could they do? Every time, they would ask him what to do. This time, it's over!

"Hurry up and withdraw all the money before the platform bans us!"

Yesterday, Pinky received 100,000 dollars in donations during the live broadcast, and many people donated when Pinky was in distress during the live broadcast just now.

Timmy and his assistant quickly opened the backstage and found that there were more than 200,000 dollars in donations, even more than yesterday!

The total was over 300,000 to nearly 400,000 dollars!

The two of them were overjoyed. However, as soon as they clicked on "withdraw immediately," they found a dialogue box popping up,

"Sorry, your account has been permanently banned!

According to the platform's contract, all income under your account will be confiscate as compensation! Some of it will be refund to consumers. Thank you for your understanding!

Timmy remained silent.

Assistant remained silent.

No, they didn't understand! They didn't want to understand!!

It was heart-wrenching!

It was worse to see the money, and then suddenly have it confiscated when they were about to withdraw it.

It was even more unbearable than killing them!

Timmy was furious. He had even paid 100,000 dollars in advance for Pinky's medical expenses!

He not only didn't make any money but also lost 100,000 dollars.

Timmy was so angry...

He no longer had the mood to stay in the hospital, so he went straight home. His assistant also didn't have the heart to take care of Pinky. She wasn't his responsibility, so she left too.

Pinky was left alone in the hospital...

Timmy cursed all the way home.

Once he got home, he finally calmed down. He thought about it and realized that it wasn't so bad. Even though he lost his studio, he had bought a house and a car over the years!

His house had a garden in the front and back, and was a luxurious villa.

His car was bought with a rich second-generation and cost only 10 million dollars, but it was still a luxury car worth oven ten million.

He realized that he was now a rich man, and he didn't have to worry about food and drink even if he didn't work for a few years.

Thinking like this, Timmy's mood improved!

Night fell quickly. Without work at the studio, Timmy suddenly had a lot of free time. He hummed a tune and enjoyed himself in the bathtub with his eyes half closed.

Suddenly, he heard a "drip" sound in his ear.

Timmy immediately opened his eyes and looked around.

His master bedroom was very large, and the bathroom was also spacious. At this moment, the bathroom door was open, and he could see the bedroom outside. He didn't notice anything unusual.

Timmy thought he had misheard and was about to continue singing in the bath.

Suddenly, a hydrogen balloon appeared at the bathroom door.

The balloon seemed to be carrying something and floated straight towards him...