The richest man started taking advantage of loopholes after joining Alibaba.

The pure white light was extremely dazzling, and the ten-meter-wide giant LED screen lit up instantly, dispelling the darkness in the venue.

Several bank managers in the front row simultaneously raised their hands to shield their eyes, a pale light shining through their fingers.

Lin Che stood in front of the computer tower, his hands hovering above the keyboard.

He pressed the button, and the crisp mechanical click sounded extremely jarring in the hall.

A pure black search box appeared in the center of the large screen, with a white cursor jumping around.

Lin Che typed three words: Zhao Changhai.

The font size was automatically enlarged to the maximum by the system, occupying the center of the entire screen, with black background and white text, making it extremely eye-catching.

The leader of the Supreme Court sat up abruptly, the leather sofa emitting a dull creak. He stared intently at the three words, his breathing becoming heavy.

When President Liu of China Construction Bank saw the name clearly, his face instantly turned ashen, and he gripped the armrests of the sofa tightly with both hands until his knuckles turned completely white.

The air pressure in the venue suddenly dropped, and the cold air from the air conditioner hit everyone's backs, making it extremely chilly.

"Zhao Changhai," Lin Che began, his voice flat, "owes 12 billion yuan in loans and has no executable assets under his name."

Lin Che turned his head and looked at the senior regulatory officials in the first row.

"You checked all his bank accounts, properties, and vehicles, and the total balance was less than ten dollars. All the properties were rented."

"His assets were all transferred through overseas trusts, dispersed through 37 nominee shareholding agreements, and laundered through dozens of shell companies."

Lin Che looked directly into the eyes of the Supreme Court leader.

"The Supreme People's Court issued eight consumption restriction orders and issued nationwide arrest warrants, but to no avail."

"This is the difficulty in implementation that's causing you so much trouble."

The Supreme Court leader's face was ashen, and his lips were pressed into a stiff line.

This is the biggest pain point for the entire judicial system. Traditional risk control is helpless against such extremely covert asset transfers and such a premeditated barrier; it can neither find the money nor the people involved.

Lin Che looked away and pressed the Enter key with his right index finger.

"Smack."

The name on the screen disappeared, and countless green codes scrolled down frantically, refreshing at an extremely fast speed, making it impossible for the naked eye to capture the specific characters.

The red indicator light at the end of the black encrypted USB drive plugged into the host computer began to flash wildly, and the underlying computing logic of the Microlight Brain began to be read.

"The traditional financial system lives on data silos," Lin Che's voice echoed throughout the room through the microphone. He looked at Sun Zheng, vice president of Alibaba, "Alibaba doesn't look at Tencent's data, and banks don't look at food delivery orders."

Sun Zheng's eye twitched violently. He had a very bad premonition, and cold sweat seeped from his temples.

The screen suddenly froze, and an extremely ordinary electronic bill was enlarged, taking up half of the left side of the screen.

Lin Che pointed at the screen.

"This is a box of imported Persian cat food that costs 120 yuan. The purchase address is an old residential area in a third-tier city. The buyer is a female college graduate with no criminal record and no bad credit history."

The entire room was stunned. At the highest-level national closed-door summit, hundreds of people with great power were looking at the bill for a box of cat food.

A shared bicycle's riding trajectory map appears on the right side of the screen.

"This is the cycling route of Zhao Changhai's former driver. Every day at two o'clock in the morning, he would cycle from that old residential area to an abandoned factory three kilometers away."

The bottom of the screen flashed again, revealing a recharge record for an obscure online game.

"The game account, which has been recharged with 500,000 yuan and is registered under a real name, belongs to a 70-year-old rural woman."

Lin Che rapidly typed on the keyboard, and the three images on the screen instantly shrank to the edge. A red dot appeared in the center of the screen, and extremely dense red lines began to extend outward from the dot.

"The Micro-Light Brain doesn't check bank cards," Lin Che's voice was extremely cold and hard. "It only checks behavior."

"The mistress's cat, the driver's whereabouts, the game account of a distant relative—these are the kinds of low-level garbage data you consider worthless."

Lin Che emphasized his words.

"With Abyss's computing power, it is an extremely precise coordinate system."

Sun Zheng's face changed completely, turning deathly pale. Dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, streaming down his cheeks and dripping onto the collar of his expensive suit.

He fully understood that Weiguang Technology was employing a disruptive strategy, completely shattering the cognitive boundaries of all traditional institutions.

Looking at Sun Zheng's extremely distorted face, Lin Che felt the spasms in his stomach lessen somewhat, and an extremely strong sense of mockery welled up in his heart.

The giants thought Weiguang was invading privacy and setting up a private court, but in fact, Weiguang was forging the sharpest sword for the state apparatus.

The red lines on the big screen multiplied and spread wildly, crossing payment platforms, penetrating nominee accounts, ignoring any physical barriers, and eventually, all the red lines intertwined, revealing an extremely large asset network.

The offshore estate hidden in the Caribbean, the anonymous Swiss bank accounts, the commercial real estate complex with cross-shareholdings through dozens of shell companies, and the hidden assets of 12 billion were all clearly exposed to the public.

A chorus of gasps filled the hall, a collective gasp of shock.

The presidents of the four major banks all stood up, their chairs knocked aside, and they stared intently at the big screen, their eyes bulging, unable to believe their eyes.

In the upper right corner of the screen, a red line subtly connects to another name. Lin Che presses the arrow keys, moves the cursor over, clicks, and zooms in, revealing a scanned image of an extremely secretive original contract for the transfer of benefits.

Zhao Changhai's shell company transferred a plot of land in a prime business district to a subsidiary of Alibaba at an extremely low price.

The signatory's column reads "Sun Zheng".

Sun Zheng's breathing stopped instantly, his heart pounded, his chest tightened, and he experienced extremely sharp pain. He collapsed onto the leather sofa, his eyes completely unfocused.

Cold sweat completely soaked through the lining of my suit jacket, the fabric clinging tightly to my back, extremely cold.

Several senior executives from BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent) quickly moved away from Sun Zheng, their eyes filled with extreme fear and an eagerness to distance themselves.

Lin Che ignored the distraught Sun Zheng and continued typing. In the center of the screen, the asset network disappeared, and a world map quickly appeared and zoomed in, crossing the Pacific Ocean and locking onto a certain southern coastal city in China.

The map transformed into an extremely high-definition satellite street view, zooming in continuously, passing through streets and building complexes. Finally, an extremely glaring red dot flashed wildly in the center of the screen, accompanied by precise latitude and longitude coordinates and a place name: Poseidon No. 1 Private Club.

The data stopped scrolling, and the red indicator light at the end of the USB drive went out.

Lin Che released his hands from the extremely cold keyboard, turned around, and looked directly at the leader of the Supreme People's Court in the center of the first row.

The leader gripped the edge of the mahogany tabletop tightly with both hands, his veins bulging on the back of his hands, his breathing extremely rapid, and his chest heaving violently.

The entire room was deathly silent; not a single person made a sound, not even a cough.

Lin Che stood on the podium, looking down at the leader who was extremely excited and in a state of utter shock.

"Leader," Lin Che began, his voice carrying clearly through the deathly silent meeting room, without any echo.

He raised his right hand and pointed to the frantically flashing red dot on the large screen behind him.

"The person has been found."

"Should we arrest them?"