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

The aroma of scallion oil from the meat buns mingled with the distinctive smoky smell of the internet cafe.

It permeated the small, dimly lit private room.

Chen Yuan's tall figure stopped at the doorway.

A slight chilly breeze wafted from the hem of the hooded windbreaker.

He looked at the deliveryman, whose face was greasy and who was still holding half a meat bun in his hand.

A large, well-defined hand was pulled out of his pocket.

I rubbed my throbbing, swollen temples.

"Butcher?"

Chen Yuan's voice was very low, carrying a hint of disbelief as he sought confirmation.

"Hehe, it's me, no doubt about it."

The deliveryman hastily wiped his greasy hands on his bright yellow uniform.

He flashed a simple, honest smile, revealing two rows of teeth yellowed from years of smoking.

"Just finished delivering a spicy hot pot order from a nearby restaurant."

"I bought two steamed buns downstairs to tide me over."

"Boss, do you want some? It's still warm."

He even enthusiastically handed the half-eaten bun towards Chen Yuan.

The speechlessness in Chen Yuan's eyes was almost solidifying.

This is a top-tier hacker who single-handedly dismantled North America's underground money laundering network.

Interpol is offering a $50 million reward for the capture of an S-level wanted criminal.

Now they're even arguing over a five-yuan delivery fee.

Delivering spicy hot pot on the streets of Jianghai City, exposed to wind and sun?

"No need, you can keep it for yourself."

Chen Yuan coldly rejected this offer.

My gaze shifted from him to the middle-aged woman on the left.

The older woman was still wearing that bright red square dance team uniform.

The three characters "Sunset Glow" on his chest stood out starkly against the dark blue light of the screen.

"You are Dark Rose?"

Chen Yuan's voice carried a deep sense of powerlessness.

The woman threw a handful of sunflower seed shells into the wastepaper basket next to her.

He patted the dust off his hands.

She looked at Chen Yuan with a smile.

"Wow, what a handsome young man! He looks much more energetic than in his online profile picture."

The woman spoke with a strong local Jianghai accent.

"I am the rose."

"Oh dear, I just finished dancing to 'The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style,' and I haven't had time to change yet."

"As soon as I received your call to assemble, I quickly bought two bags of sunflower seeds and came over."

This woman controls over 70% of the world's underground intelligence trading channels.

Many multinational conglomerates would want to buy a piece of her inside information.

They all have to line up with checks for millions of dollars, waiting for her to choose them.

result.

Her greatest pleasure in daily life is actually going to the square to grab the best spot in the center to dance.

Chen Yuan exhaled a deep breath of stale air from his chest.

Over the past few years, he has been recruiting these people on the dark web, focusing only on their skills and disregarding their background.

Everyone tacitly agreed not to inquire about real life.

This is our first time meeting in person.

This visual impact breaks down the barriers between dimensions.

It gave him a headache even more than when he was facing a business battle worth hundreds of billions.

At last.

Chen Yuan's gaze.

It was locked tightly in the far right corner.

That small, thin figure in a blue and white school uniform.

Compared to butchers delivering takeout and elderly women dancing in public squares.

This is what he found most outrageous today.

In front of the dark blue computer screen.

The boy nicknamed Xiao Liu.

He hadn't taken off the heavy backpack with Ultraman printed on it yet.

A pair of heavily prescription black-rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose.

The lenses were as thick as the bottoms of two beer bottles.

He frantically typed on the keyboard with his left hand.

On the screen, rows of low-level logic code, enough to give world-class cybersecurity experts a headache, cascaded down like a waterfall.

That was writing a breaching program to break through the last firewall of the ghost base station.

The speed was dazzling.

But what's appalling is not his hand speed.

It was his right hand.

The boy was holding a carbon pen in his right hand.

On the open book of Huanggang Secret Papers on the left, he quickly drew auxiliary lines.

"Because angle A equals angle B, triangle ABC is an isosceles triangle..."

He was still reciting geometric proofs of theorems under his breath.

His voice had the hoarseness typical of teenagers going through puberty.

Occasionally, I would encounter steps that caused me to get stuck.

I painfully grabbed at my messy hair.

"Pluto".

Chen Yuan strode over to the back of Xiao Liu's gaming chair.

Looking down at this genius boy who could destroy the internet with one hand and master junior high school math with the other.

Hearing the terrifying codename "Pluto" that resonates throughout the dark web.

Xiao Liu shuddered.

It looked like a startled little quail.

The carbon pen in my hand drew a long black line on the exam paper.

He turned his head in a panic.

He looked up at his youthful face, which had a few pimples on it.

Looking at Chen Yuan's cold, deep face, which exuded the absolute pressure of a superior.

"Boss... Boss!"

Xiao Liu stammered for a moment.

I quickly stood up, only to forget that I was still carrying a heavy schoolbag on my back.

One is unbalanced.

He leaned back and almost fell to the ground, chair and all.

Chen Yuan reacted quickly and grabbed the handle of the Ultraman backpack.

They pulled him back steadily.

How old are you this year?

Chen Yuan released his grip, his gaze sweeping over the Jianghai No. 3 Middle School badge on the chest of his school uniform.

"Ten... fifteen years old."

Xiao Liu lowered his head guiltily.

His fingers nervously twisted the hem of his school uniform.

She dared not look Chen Yuan in the eye.

Fifteen.

A minor who has just started junior high school.

Two years ago, he actually helped him intercept a joint attack by three of North America's top hacker groups.

A hint of absurdity, which even he himself didn't realize, flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes.

This world has gone mad.

"Why did you come with your schoolbag?"

Chen Yuan pulled out an empty chair next to him and sat down.

"Boss, the monthly exam is tomorrow."

Xiao Liu's voice was clearly trembling with sobs.

He pointed to the thick exam paper on the table.

"If you don't finish these practice papers today..."

"My mom is going to unplug my internet cable tomorrow and confiscate my keyboard."

"The homeroom teacher will then call the parents..."

The second-in-command on the dark web who doesn't even respect the Pentagon's firewall.

The greatest fear in reality.

Surprisingly, the homeroom teacher called the parents and confiscated the keyboard.

This contrast is striking.

The butcher eating a steamed bun and Aunt Rose eating sunflower seeds next to them couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Alright, let's get down to business."

Chen Yuan turned his attention back to the screen that was flashing with complex code.

How far along is the process of bypassing the "ghost base station" barrier?

When the topic of technology came up, Xiao Liu's eyes, which were hidden behind thick glasses, lit up instantly.

Timidity vanished, replaced by absolute confidence.

"The core algorithm has been successfully implemented."

"Only the final decoy procedure remains."

His hands rested on the keyboard again.

Fingers flying.

"Boss, look at this node. If we import the fake IP here..."

He showed Chen Yuan the data stream on the screen.

But his right hand, out of his control, picked up the carbon pen.

My gaze unconsciously drifted to the complex geometry problem on the left.

That was a challenging problem with hidden auxiliary lines.

Xiao Liu's brows were furrowed tightly, he was biting his pen, and sweating profusely with anxiety.

On the left is a god-level code capable of overturning China's financial network.

On the right are the junior high school math problems that drive him crazy.

He's been stuck on this question for half an hour.

If he doesn't hand in his homework tomorrow, his mother won't hold back with that bamboo stick.

Xiao Liu pushed up his thick-rimmed glasses, typing out a line of god-like code while looking miserable: "Boss, I can crack this firewall in three minutes, but could you help me solve this geometry problem?"