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

The unidentified object, still warm from the touch, landed precisely in the latte art cup.

The Chanel girl covered her mouth tightly, her eyes almost bulging out.

She grabbed the limited-edition handbag, her high heels slid across the expensive carpet, and tumbled out of the clubhouse.

He was gagging as he ran.

The butcher sat on a velvet armchair.

He shrugged innocently, grabbed a handful of pistachios, and tossed them around in his hand.

"Women these days have such poor mental fortitude. I haven't even mentioned that I like to cut steak with a scalpel."

"Alright, don't call the police."

The eagle walked over from the side with a dark face and slapped the butcher on the back of the head.

"Brother Yuan sent you here on blind dates so you could find partners, not to conduct an anti-terrorism drill!"

The eagle looked around.

The bald man ran away, the woman with implants ran away, and Chanel ran away too.

What was supposed to be a sophisticated matchmaking event turned into a biohazard-like cleanup scene by these three oddballs from the dark web.

"Where did Aunt Wang go?" the eagle asked.

The butcher popped a pistachio into his mouth.

"She posted a bounty in the square dance group, saying that the bald man didn't pay when he left, and she's going to mobilize the Chaoyang residents to find that bastard."

The eagle rubbed its throbbing temples.

He turned to look at Xiao Liu, who was sitting in front of the dessert table and had already finished his thirtieth crayfish.

More than a decade has passed, and Xiao Liu, who was junior high school student back then, has now grown into the second-in-command of Xingchen Venture Capital's dark web intelligence network.

Although he has grown to almost 1.8 meters tall, he is still a tech geek with severe social anxiety who rarely sees sunlight.

He was wearing a hooded sweatshirt with an anime girl print on it and thick-rimmed black glasses.

Her bangs were so long they almost covered her eyes.

"Xiao Liu, what about you? There are so many rich and beautiful women here today, and you don't like any of them?" Eagle tapped the table.

Xiao Liu slowly wiped the mustard off his fingers with a wet wipe.

He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, and a cold, aloof glint flashed across the lenses, befitting a top-tier hacker.

"Uncle Eagle, offline blind dates are such a primitive mating ritual of carbon-based beings, they're too low-level. They're filled with lies, vanity, and the smell of cheap cosmetics."

He pulled a specially made phone covered in scratches from his hoodie pocket.

The screen lights up, and the wallpaper is a pink-haired anime character.

"My soulmate is in cyberspace."

Xiao Liu's lips curled up uncontrollably.

He held the phone up to the eagle's face; the screen showed a chat interface called "Gummy Candy Sweetie".

"Her name is Tiantian. She's a college student who likes JK uniforms. She often sends me voice messages singing songs and reminds me to drink warm water on time."

Xiao Liu's voice, for the first time ever, carried a slightly sticky, languid quality.

"Uncle Eagle, do you even know what spiritual resonance is? Do you even know what love that transcends code is?"

The eagle looked at the chat history filled with pink hearts and "brother hug" emojis.

My stomach churned violently.

"Have you checked her IP address?" Eagle asked warily.

Having come from the dark web, he instinctively sensed the stench of fraud.

"Checking her IP address is a desecration of this pure love!"

Xiao Liu held his phone protectively to his chest, speaking with righteous indignation.

"We've arranged to meet at the 'Left Bank' café in Wangfujing at 2 PM today."

"The code is a red rose on the table, and the secret message is: 'The moon is beautiful tonight.'"

Xiao Liu stood up and adjusted the cat ears on the hoodie.

"Uncle Eagle, Brother Butcher, I'm off to meet my true love. You mortals can stay here and continue your blind dates."

After saying that, he walked out of the club with an air of indifference, as if he didn't recognize anyone.

1:50 PM.

Left Bank Cafe in Wangfujing.

This is a popular spot for online influencers, filled with young people taking selfies everywhere.

Xiao Liu spent a huge sum of fifty yuan at the flower shop on the street corner to buy a beautifully packaged red rose.

His palms were sweating with nervousness.

He zipped up and down the hoodie repeatedly, more than a dozen times.

"Ring ring ring".

Pushing open the glass door of the coffee shop, the wind chimes tinkled crisply.

Xiao Liu took a deep breath and quickly scanned the area near the window.

Table number eight by the window.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell onto the tabletop.

A thick, hairy arm was resting on the edge of the table.

The owner of the arm had his back to Xiao Liu.

Its body was so broad it resembled a wall of flesh, almost bursting the French wicker chair.

The person was wearing a pink floral dress that they could barely squeeze into.

A head of dry, yellow wig was casually draped over his broad shoulders.

On the table, there was a bright red rose.

Xiao Liu suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His hand, which was pushing up his black-rimmed glasses, froze in mid-air, and his breath stopped.

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible. It must be someone else." Xiao Liu chanted frantically in his mind.

His knuckles turned white as he held the rose, and he moved stiffly to table number eight.

The mountain of flesh seemed to sense something and slowly turned its head.

Xiao Liu got a clear look at that face.

His face was full of fleshy muscles, and his stubble was so dark it looked like a wire brush.

A single nose hair even peeked out of its nostril and swayed in the wind.

He wasn't wearing shoes; one thick foot was resting on the edge of the wicker chair, with dirt stuck between his toes.

He was picking at it without any restraint.

Xiao Liu felt as if the million lines of defense code in his brain had collapsed instantly.

The rose petals in his hand were squeezed so hard that red juice was squeezed out.

Meat Mountain saw Xiao Liu, and then looked at the rose in Xiao Liu's hand.

He put down his hand that was picking at his toes.

A wolf-like gleam burst forth from his small eyes, squeezed into slits by fat.

"Hey bro, are you looking for someone?"

The mountain of flesh opened its mouth.

It was a mechanical loli voice, processed with a cheap voice changer and mixed with a heavy Northeastern accent.

Because the voice changer wasn't adjusted properly, the ending of the voice had a creepy, distorted quality.

Xiao Liu's calves started to cramp.

He clenched his teeth, clinging to the last shred of unrealistic fantasy.

"Is the moon really beautiful tonight?"

His voice trembled as if he had been exposed to the cold winds of the Arctic for three days and three nights.

The mountain of flesh's eyes lit up instantly.

He suddenly stood up, his weight of over 200 pounds causing the French rattan chair to groan in pain.

He extended a thick index finger and tapped it on his stubble-covered face.

The burly man, fidgeting with his fingers, winked and said in a rough voice, "Little Six, I'm your Cyber ​​Sweetheart, aren't you surprised?"