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

On the big screen, red dots flashed wildly.

The latitude and longitude coordinates are accurate to six decimal places.

Lin Che stood on the podium, pointing his right hand at the red dot.

"The person has been found."

"Should we arrest them?"

The two questions circulated in the absolutely silent meeting room without any response.

In the front row, the Supreme People's Court leader, with his hands on the mahogany table, suddenly stood up.

The movement was so forceful that the leather sofa behind him slid back half a meter, leaving two deep dents in the thick carpet.

He stared intently at the big screen.

A network of hidden assets worth 12 billion yuan, coupled with __cpLocation coordinates accurate to specific room numbers, is a dead account that the Supreme People's Court has been investigating for three whole years.

"Grasp!"

The leader roared loudly, so loudly that the lid of the blue-and-white porcelain teacup on the table vibrated.

He turned his head and looked at the confidential secretary standing to his side and behind him.

"Contact the local police immediately!"

"Seal off all entrances and exits of the Poseidon No. 1 Clubhouse!"

"Execute immediately!"

The confidential secretary was startled; he immediately turned around and lunged toward the red secure telephone on the side of the podium.

"Wait a moment."

Lin Che spoke, his voice soft and steady.

The confidential secretary's finger froze in mid-air as he turned to look at Lin Che.

The Supreme People's Court leader also frowned and looked at the young man on the podium.

Lin Che withdrew his right hand.

"The police's cross-provincial dispatch, plus travel time, will take at least fifteen minutes," Lin Che said, looking at the screen. "Zhao Changhai is at the front desk of the club. He's alert. Just now, one of his anonymous overseas bank cards triggered our penetration sniffing. He knows there's something wrong with the network. He's checking out now, preparing to escape."

The Supreme Court leader's expression changed drastically.

"What are we waiting for! We must subdue him immediately!" the leader's voice was urgent.

If Zhao Changhai were to escape this coordinate point and enter the vast crowds or flee towards the border, it would be extremely difficult to capture him again.

Lin Che did not answer. His fingers tapped on the keyboard, and the mechanical keyboard made a crisp and dense "click-click" sound.

The images on the big screen switched instantly. The massive world map and asset network were pushed to the left, and a pure black command box appeared on the right side of the screen.

Lin Che typed the last line of code and pressed Enter.

A prominent identity information panel pops up on the screen.

Name: Zhao Changhai.

The last four digits of the ID number are blurred.

Below is a striking green number.

Current microluminescence resolution: 785

"Traditional methods of arresting people require physical encirclement," Lin Che said, looking at the senior regulatory officials below the stage. "They are extremely inefficient."

"But in the digital age."

"To capture a person, all you need to do is deprive them of their right to live."

Lin Che pressed the backspace key, and the green number "785" was instantly cleared. Lin Che then typed the number "0".

"Smack."

The Enter key was pressed hard, and the entire giant LED screen instantly turned red, the dazzling blood-red light illuminating the entire venue.

"What did you do?" A leader from the central bank couldn't help but ask, leaning forward and gripping the edge of the table with both hands.

"I cleared his credit score," Lin Che said, putting down the keyboard and placing his hands on his abdomen. "Within one second, the Micro-Light Brain sent the highest level of risk blocking instructions to all payment nodes, travel platforms, and consumer terminals across the country."

White log information began to pop up frantically in the black command box on the right side of the large screen, synchronizing in real time.

Request to integrate with WeChat Pay API. Amount: 158,000 RMB. Terminal: POS machine at the front desk of Haishen No.1 Club.

Abyss system interception.

[Status: Transaction rejected, account frozen.]

The Tencent executive in the front row suddenly sat up straight, his eyes wide as he stared at the line of white text.

This is Tencent's underlying payment interface, which was instantly and forcibly taken over and cut off by the Weiguang system without any delay.

The screen continued to scroll.

Request to access Alipay API. Amount: 158,000 yuan.

[Status: Transaction rejected, account frozen.]

Alibaba Vice President Sun Zheng slumped on the sofa, trembling all over, sweat streaming down his forehead and stinging his eyes.

But he didn't dare to wipe it.

"He can't pay the bill," Lin Che stated the impending fact in a flat tone, "He can't get the car keys."

The logs on the screen were refreshing at an alarming rate.

Request access to Didi Chuxing API.

Terminal device coordinates: Main gate of Poseidon No.1 Club.

Vehicle type requested: Luxury limousine.

Destination: International Airport.

[Status: Order rejected, risk level too high.]

Requesting access to the 12306 railway ticketing system to purchase high-speed rail tickets.

[Status: Ticket purchase failed; blocked by untrustworthy individual.]

Requesting access to Ctrip's online travel platform to purchase outbound flights.

[Status: Ticketing failed, identity verification error.]

The venue was deathly silent, with only the sound of air conditioning vents and everyone's heavy breathing.

As they looked at the screen, at the lines of rejection logs flashing by, a clear image formed in their minds.

A super-rich man with billions of hidden assets stands in the grand lobby of a luxurious clubhouse, sweating profusely. He frantically switches between various apps on his several mobile phones, but he can't pay a single penny. He can't hail a taxi, he can't buy a ticket. In a completely cashless city, he can't move an inch. He is trapped in a space of just a few square meters.

"He gave up on taking a taxi," Lin Che said, looking at the latest pop-up log.

Please scan the QR code to unlock the Hello Bike.

[Status: Unlock failed, insufficient credit points.]

In the audience, a financial reporter dropped his recording pen.

The plastic casing hit the marble floor with a crisp sound.

No one turned around; all eyes were fixed on that glaring red "0".

This is the true power of micro-light separation.

This is not a financial tool for assessing loan interest rates; it is a weapon, a social management weapon capable of imposing a blockade.

Depriving you of your credit is tantamount to a death sentence in modern society.

Everyone in this hall, who controlled trillions of dollars and vast business empires, felt a chill run down their spines as they looked at the "0" on the screen.

As soon as Lin Che sets his keyboard down, everyone present will instantly become a social outcast, unable to even buy a bottle of mineral water.

This is the underlying logic that Lin Che has been emphasizing.

Violence in the data age is bloodless, but absolutely deadly.

"He has nowhere to run," Lin Che said, standing in front of the screen and looking down at everyone in the audience. "Boss, now we can call the police to make the arrests."

The Supreme Court leader's hands trembled violently.

He turned his head and looked at his confidential secretary.

The secretary immediately picked up the red secure phone and dialed the dedicated line.

five minutes.

Five long minutes.

No one spoke or moved in the room; only the red "0" on the big screen kept flashing, and the red light shone on everyone's face.

The presidents of all four major banks are currently offline.

The lips of the bank's president, Liu, were dry and peeling. He licked his lips and tasted the saltiness of sweat.

Mr. Wang, the general manager of China Merchants Bank, gripped the fabric of his trousers tightly with both hands, creating deep wrinkles in the fabric.

They finally understood just how powerful Microlight Technology really was.

This is not a party they can freeze the funds pool at will or manipulate at will; this is the rule-maker.

Time passed second by second.

"Ring ring ring—"

On the side of the podium, the red secure telephone suddenly rang shrilly.

The people in the front row all shuddered at the same time.

The confidential secretary hesitated to answer, and turned to look at his superior.

The Supreme People's Court leader strode to the side of the podium, extended his right hand, grasped the red receiver, picked it up, and held it to his ear.

The eyes of hundreds of people in the hall were all focused on his profile and the red receiver; everyone stopped breathing.

The leader listened to the report on the other end of the phone without any change in his expression.

But on the back of his right hand, which was holding the receiver, the veins were clearly bulging.

The leader listened for only thirty seconds without saying a word.

"understood."

After saying three words, the leader put down the receiver.

The leader turned around and looked at Lin Che, who was standing on the podium with a blank expression.

All eyes in the room shifted back and forth between the leader and Lin Che.

"We've caught him," the leader said, his voice echoing through the meeting room.

As soon as those three words were uttered, a noticeable commotion erupted in the back row of the audience, with chairs scraping against the floor in a continuous creak.

The leader took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

"When the local police arrived."

"Zhao Changhai was sitting on the curb 30 meters outside the clubhouse entrance."

The leader stared at Lin Che with a complex mix of emotions in his eyes: ecstasy, apprehension, and utter disbelief.

"He can't open the gate, so the car can't get out."

"He can't scan the shared bikes on the roadside."

"He wanted to buy a subway ticket, but the ticket machine refused to accept his payment via QR code."

"He only had a hundred-dollar bill on him, which the convenience store refused to accept."

The leader spoke at a slower pace, each word carrying immense weight.

"When the police took him into custody."

"He did not resist."

He was covered in sweat and sat by the roadside.

"He was so thirsty that he couldn't even buy a bottle of mineral water."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room fell into absolute silence; not a sound could be heard.

This is not just about catching a deadbeat; it's about using a system in a closed, top-level venue, across a physical distance of 2,000 kilometers, to drive a cunning billionaire into a desperate beast.

A dimensional reduction attack, a complete crushing defeat.

On the BAT side.

Alibaba Vice President Sun Zheng slumped completely onto the sofa, his gold-rimmed glasses falling onto the carpet, and no one helped him pick them up.

The executives from Tencent and Baidu were pale-faced, their shirts completely soaked with cold sweat.

Looking at the pure white search box on the big screen, and at the blood-red number "0", they suddenly realized that all the social data and e-commerce data they had were just a pile of useless pieces of paper in front of Weiguang Score.

The old era is over!

The new rules were established by the young man standing on the main stage!

Lin Che did not leave the stage. He stood under the glaring light of the screen, his right hand in his trouser pocket, looking down at the group of bigwigs who controlled the nation's economic lifeline.

"Distinguished leaders."

"Demonstration over."