The Dark Web was teeming with all sorts of demons and monsters, including personnel from various national authorities. Matters that couldn’t be resolved openly were typically posted on the Dark Web, where people would take on tasks to earn money.
This time, Fu Sijue wasn’t posting a task but merely revealing the true identities of those three hackers on this website filled with slaughter and death. Anyone who had grievances with these hackers would likely pay to have them eliminated.
Fu Sijue was essentially killing with a borrowed knife while also earning a few favors.
After dealing with the three hackers, Fu Sijue stared at his system for a long time.
There had been four hackers attacking their internal system this time, all of them top-tier globally. If he hadn’t intervened promptly, their system would likely have been breached.
Fu Sijue’s hacking skills were exceptional, and this firewall was designed by him personally. However, he wasn’t arrogant enough to consider himself the best in the world. At least in the hacker world, there was still that mysterious and elusive grandmaster who had been reigning at the top of the hacker ranking for years—king.
But over the past six months, this prominent figure in the hacker world seemed to have vanished into thin air, no longer accepting any jobs. There were even rumors that this master was no longer alive.
Fu Sijue’s slender fingers lightly tapped on the desk, producing a rhythmic tapping sound in the room. Dan Zuo stood quietly nearby, not daring to make any noise.
After a moment, Fu Sijue suddenly stopped his movements and spoke.
“Contact Silver Fox. Five billion to hire king to build a firewall.”
As he spoke, Fu Sijue kept his gaze fixed on the system displayed on his computer. If he and king had joined forces earlier, that fourth hacker would never have escaped.
Dan Zuo, standing nearby, looked troubled upon hearing this.
“Milord, we placed an order just half a month ago for three billion, but the other party completely ignored us. Do you think that king might really be dead?”
Dan Zuo voiced his speculation, but Fu Sijue immediately shook his head.
“No. If king were truly gone, they would have outright rejected our order instead of saying they’d wait for news. Doesn’t king accept jobs entirely at whim? Then let’s place orders with Silver Fox periodically. I refuse to believe that king will never take the bait.”
A determined glint flashed in Fu Sijue’s eyes. Although the attempt to breach their system and steal the core technology of their latest equipment had failed this time, these rats lurking in the shadows would never give up so easily.
These core technologies were the foundation that allowed their organization to stand at the pinnacle of the world. They absolutely could not fall into outsiders’ hands; otherwise, it would spell doom for the organization.
“That batch of goods is scheduled for delivery in three days, right?”
Dan Zuo immediately nodded.
“Yes, Dan You is going personally this time.”
“Forget it. Make arrangements. I’ll go myself tomorrow night.”
Hearing Fu Sijue’s words, Dan Zuo’s expression instantly changed drastically, and he directly tried to dissuade him.
“Milord, it’s too dangerous. The condition in your body…”
“It’s fine. Doesn’t Jun Nan have that special medicine for suppression now?”
As he spoke, Fu Sijue reached out and pressed a hand over his chest, a bitter smile flickering across his lips before vanishing in an instant.
Dan Zuo’s frown deepened, and he couldn’t help but mutter.
“Qi Nan and Qi Bei have been searching for half a year now, and they still haven’t found any trace of the Poison Doctor.”
“Alright, you’ve been talking more and more lately. Go make the arrangements. Oh, and get Ranran a phone—the latest model.”
Seeing Fu Sijue’s determination, Dan Zuo could only resign himself to nodding before silently leaving the study.
Over in the main building, just as Gu Ran finished her meal, someone delivered a phone to her—the newest model from GR Group, still in pre-sales and not yet available on the market.
Gu Ran raised an eyebrow. As expected of her man, he could even get his hands on unreleased products.
The phone was fully functional with all commonly used apps pre-installed. The number remained unchanged—still her original one.
Carrying the phone, Gu Ran went up to the second floor and entered the sunroom outside her bedroom. She lazily reclined in a rocking chair, idly fiddling with the device.
She logged into her WeChat account, and the next moment, the phone chimed repeatedly with notifications. On the WeChat interface, multiple group chats displayed “99+” unread messages.
Looking at these pinned group chats, Gu Ran’s eyes suddenly welled up, and her nose tingled with emotion. Thinking back to the decision she made two months ago, she feared she must have broken these people’s hearts.
Hesitating whether to open these group chats, she desperately wanted to see if everyone was blaming or resenting her after what she’d said—yet she didn’t dare.
Ah, this fragile heart. Having foolishly uttered those words back then, now she could only tearfully endure everyone’s reproach.
While wavering, Gu Ran accidentally tapped open the “Barefoot Doctors, One Family” WeChat group. The last message was from two days ago—a special mention from her second senior brother:
“Little junior sister, I’ll be going to Dijing in three days and will pass through Beicheng along the way. Master asked me to bring you some Hua Yan Pills. If it’s convenient, let’s meet up.”
Gu Ran checked—three days later would be tomorrow.
What nonsense about passing through Beicheng? The route to Dijing didn’t go through Beicheng at all—clearly just an excuse from her second senior brother.
Her vision blurring with unshed tears, Gu Ran scrolled upward through the group messages, most of which were about her.
Nearly all were words of concern, worrying that she might face mistreatment or bullying from the Gu family after returning to Beicheng.
But the further up she scrolled, the more the messages shifted in tone—filled with angry words, especially from the user nicknamed “Little Old Man,” whose messages were particularly harsh.
Yet seeing these criticisms, Gu Ran felt no anger—only warmth in her heart.
So Master had seen through everything, known those people were no good. But she, swayed by ridiculous familial bonds and absurd evidence, had spoken the most hurtful words.
Her hands trembling, Gu Ran hesitated about whether to reply.
Just then, her phone chimed again—a new message in the group, still from her second senior brother:
“Little junior sister, this senior brother just wants to see how you’re doing. Since you’ve decided to be with that Mr. Han, I wonder if you could bring him along tomorrow.”
Reading this message, Gu Ran could no longer hold back—tears burst forth like a broken dam.
Even after she’d said those words about severing their master-discipl relationship, her senior brothers had only been angry at first before returning to concern.
Gu Ran believed that if not for the valley’s rules, these senior brothers would have long come to Beicheng to find her.
Thinking of this, Gu Ran no longer hesitated and directly sent a message on WeChat:
“I miss you all.”
After a moment’s thought, Gu Ran edited another WeChat message, specifically tagging the user with the nickname ‘Little Old Man’.
“Master, I’m sorry. I was wrong.”