Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

In Angla at night, the jungle is like a giant maw that devours the light.

Su Ming placed Lin Yue in a secluded tree hollow, one of the backup safe spots he had marked during the day's surveying. The girl's mental state remained very poor; she was curled up, her eyes vacant, filled with fear of everything around her.

Su Ming took out the last White Rabbit milk candy from the few snacks left in his backpack, unwrapped it, and held it to her lips.

"Eat something to replenish your energy. We'll be home soon." His voice was calm, carrying an undeniable composure.

Lin Yue's eyelashes trembled, and she mechanically opened her mouth.

After settling her in, Su Ming retreated to the cave entrance and took out something wrapped in oilcloth from the inner pocket of his backpack.

Uncovering the tarpaulin, inside was the old Nokia phone he had pretended to be extremely reluctant to part with when it was confiscated, along with some small electronic components and a small piece of battery.

This is his true trump card.

Before being searched, he had already disassembled the core components of a miniature calculator from his backpack and hidden them in the most inconspicuous place on his body.

At that moment, his fingers flew across the keyboard, his movements incredibly fast. The woodworking skills his grandfather taught him were not just about mortise and tenon joints, but also about an ultimate understanding of precision mechanics. In less than five minutes, he had assembled a simple but clearly functional signal pulse device onto the Nokia's circuit board.

He had already assessed the financial system of District K. It seemed impregnable, but in reality, to prevent hacking, it employed the most primitive physical isolation—an independent internal area network connected to an old-fashioned electronic access control system.

This type of system is most vulnerable not to viruses, but to physical attacks.

While creating chaos in the kitchen, he was "inadvertently" bumped into by the chasing guard, his body slamming against the wall outside the vault. In that instant, he had already attached a coin-sized magnetic receiver to the outer casing of the wiring conduit connecting to the vault's main control box.

That was the most inconspicuous maintenance access point.

Now it's time to collect interest.

Su Ming brought up Nokia's dial pad and pressed a specific combination of numbers. This wasn't making a call; rather, it was triggering a rudimentary pulse device through the specific frequency of the key tones.

"Beep...beep beep...tap..."

An invisible signal pierced the night and struck the tiny receiver precisely.

……

Meanwhile, in Section K, in the boss's office.

A middle-aged man wearing Thai silk pajamas is furiously smashing a valuable antique vase on the ground.

He is the true master of K District, Brother Kun.

"Useless idiots! A bunch of useless idiots! One person! One student! They've completely outmaneuvered hundreds of armed men! Now they've even crashed the vault's system?!"

A sweating technician said in a trembling voice, "Boss, no...it's not a cyberattack, it's...it's a physical malfunction! The main control system is completely locked down, like it's being interfered with by something. We're investigating..."

Kun's face was contorted with rage. All of K District's liquid assets were in that vault, funds he had prepared to pay his "distinguished overseas guests." If anything went wrong, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Just then, a black satellite phone on his desk that had never rung before suddenly started ringing shrilly.

This is a top-secret communication device; only a handful of people know the number.

Kun's heart skipped a beat, and he grabbed the phone.

"Feed?!"

On the other end of the phone came a young, calm voice, devoid of any emotion.

"Hello, Mr. Duan. Your vault system seems to be experiencing a minor problem. Do you need maintenance service?"

Kun's pupils suddenly contracted!

It's him! That student!

"Who exactly are you?!" Kun's voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth, filled with murderous intent.

"Me?" The voice on the other end of the phone paused, as if thinking. "You can call me... a system maintenance engineer. I'm also doing job finding people on the side."

"You think you can escape? I've already sent my best hounds into the jungle to find you! Once I find you, I'll tear you apart inch by inch..."

"Boss Duan, don't rush to make threats," Su Ming interrupted him. "That little gadget attached to the main control line of your vault can do more than just crash it. For example, it can change the current frequency, overload the old circuitry, and generate a little spark."

He chuckled softly, a sound transmitted via satellite signal that sent a chill down Kun's spine.

"Boss Duan, tell me, do you think piles of banknotes have a high ignition point?"

A threat! A blatant threat!

Kun's breathing instantly became heavy. He gripped the phone tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. Nearly half his fortune was in the vault!

He can't afford to lose!

After a long silence, Kun Ge almost roared, "What...do you want?"

On the other end of the phone, Su Ming leaned against a tree trunk, looking at the still chaotic lights of K District in the distance. He twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyes cold.

"It's very simple."

"First, restore the external network connection to the park immediately. I need to use the Wi-Fi to check my accounts."