You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

Warm breath brushed against Shen Wanzhou's earlobe.

This caused half of her body to go limp.

Like a handful of first snow melting in the sunlight.

Her fingertips slipped limply off the lapel of his suit.

Time shifts, several days later.

In the old town of Jianghai City, there is a narrow, dark alley that never sees sunlight.

The base of the wall was covered with slippery moss, and the air was filled with the sour smell of fermenting sewers and the stench of cheap cooking oil.

The "Extreme Esports" internet cafe on the street corner had its roller shutter door half-drawn.

The rusty exhaust fan whirred and whirred.

Chen Yuan was wearing an inconspicuous black hooded windbreaker.

He pulled his hat brim down.

His tall figure passed through the haphazardly hung clotheslines in the alley.

Leather shoes stepped on the uneven, muddy brick surface.

Not a single extra sound was made.

The hardware installation of the ghost base stations has been completed.

However, the final core algorithm firewall involves the reconstruction of the underlying logic.

It's too inefficient for him to code remotely all by himself.

Today, under the identity of "Abyss," he gathered the few core technical staff who had followed him the longest on the dark web.

The final code merging was carried out offline.

Push open the greasy glass door of the internet cafe.

The pungent smell of secondhand smoke mixed with the aroma of instant noodle soup hit me.

The network administrator at the front desk was fast asleep, drool still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Chen Yuan did not linger.

He walked straight to the VIP-only private room at the back of the internet cafe.

The surveillance camera in this private room was physically disconnected half an hour earlier.

On the dark web.

Each and every one of his men is a monster capable of triggering red alerts for security agencies in multiple countries.

Codenamed "Bloody Butcher," he once single-handedly hacked the North American financial black market.

Codenamed "Dark Rose," it controls the world's largest underground intelligence hub.

Codenamed "Pluto," he is the second-in-command on the technical leaderboard, and is proficient in all anti-tracking and tracing algorithms.

In Chen Yuan's imagination.

This group of top-tier hackers can wield immense power in the cyber world.

In reality, we don't say "suit and tie".

At the very least, he should be the kind of cool geek who wears wire-rimmed glasses and has a sinister look in his eyes.

Or a reclusive fanatic with a room full of top-of-the-line equipment.

Click.

Chen Yuan reached out and pressed the doorknob of the private room.

The heavy, soundproof door was pushed open inwards.

The overhead lights were not on in the private room.

Only four high-end computer monitors emitted a cold, bluish light.

Chen Yuan stood at the door.

His gaze swept over the three people in the private room.

A fleeting look of absurd astonishment flashed across his cold, sharp eyes.

The hand that was originally in his pocket stiffened almost imperceptibly.

In front of the computer on the left.

Sitting there was a middle-aged woman who was overweight and had a head full of short, curly hair.

She was wearing a bright red square dance team uniform.

The back also bears the large characters "Jianghai City Sunset Red Dance Team".

The older woman was holding a handful of sunflower seeds.

It was banging on its hands, which were wearing red armbands, making a cracking sound.

He was typing rapidly on the keyboard, typing lines of low-level code powerful enough to paralyze a country's communication base stations.

The sunflower seed shells were spat all over the table.

Is this the "Dark Rose" that controls the global underground intelligence network?

Chen Yuan's lips twitched slightly.

My gaze shifted to the computer in the middle.

There sat a young man wearing a bright yellow Meituan delivery uniform.

Helmet still on.

There were still a few drops of oil stains on the front of his clothes, from some unknown restaurant.

There were two steaming hot meat buns next to his keyboard.

Several login pages for overseas black markets were displayed on the screen.

Is this the "Bloody Butcher" who hacked the North American financial center?

These two are already outrageous enough.

When Chen Yuan's gaze fell on the seat on the far right.

He was always unfazed even when Mount Tai collapsed before him.

His brows were furrowed tightly together.

There sat a boy wearing a blue and white school uniform.

She looks no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

He was thin and small, with a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

He also carried a heavy backpack with an Ultraman pattern on his back.

The backpack straps dig into his thin shoulders.

On the boy's left was an open book titled "Five Years of Middle School Entrance Examination and Three Years of Mock Exams".

He was holding the mouse in his right hand.

Switching back and forth between dense code and geometric proofs.

While typing code, he was also quietly reciting classical Chinese texts.

This is the second-ranked dark web technology leaderboard.

The second-in-command who helped him intercept countless attacks from overseas capital, "Pluto"?

A junior high school student who hasn't even finished the high school entrance exam yet?

Chen Yuan stood at the door.

I felt my head throb twice.

This is hardly a secret gathering of a top-tier hacker team!

This is clearly a Frankenstein's monster of a market vendor, a delivery guy, and a truant high school student.

The sound of the door hinges turning caught the attention of the three people inside the private room.

The sound of typing on the keyboard stopped instantly.

Three pairs of eyes turned to the doorway.

When they saw the tall and upright figure of the person who had come, and that cold and deep face, they realized that he was tall and upright.

The air in the private room fell silent for a second.

Then.

The hacker known as "Bloody Hand Butcher" on the dark web actually stood up wearing a Meituan delivery uniform, munching on a steamed bun, and shouted, "Boss of the Abyss, you've finally arrived!"