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

That robotic, girlish voice, tinged with a Northeastern accent, exploded amidst the melodious jazz music playing in the coffee shop.

Like a rusty chainsaw, it directly severed the last vestige of reason in Xiao Liu's brain.

The red rose in Xiao Liu's hand fell to the ground.

The petals were crushed, and dark red juice oozed out.

He stared at the “Cyber ​​Sweetie” in front of him, whose body was wider than a double-door refrigerator and whose stubble could be used as a steel wool ball.

A sudden, violent spasm ran through my stomach.

The thirty crayfish I ate at the blind date party earlier were now lining up to rush down my throat.

"vomit--"

Xiao Liu covered his mouth with both hands, bent over, and vomited violently on the clean marble floor of the coffee shop.

Outside the door, separated by a glass display window.

The eagle was holding a mobile phone and frantically pressing the shutter button.

The butcher squatted by the flower bed, laughing so hard he almost broke the zipper on his yellow vest.

In the coffee shop, the burly man with his feet scratching stared at Xiao Liu, who had vomited into a puddle of mud, with his beady eyes.

"What? You don't like me... no, I mean, I'm not good-looking?"

With a swing of his thick arm, he swept the coffee cup off the table and onto the floor.

"I've been chatting with you online for three months! I've sent you so many voice messages, you deserve some credit for that! You're not leaving this room today without paying me 88,000 yuan for a real-life meeting!"

Xiao Liu wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

He straightened up and pushed up his black-rimmed glasses that had slipped off his nose.

Behind the lenses, the murderous aura of the second-in-command of Star Venture Capital's dark web intelligence network finally surfaced.

"Eighty-eight thousand?"

Xiao Liu's voice no longer trembled.

He pulled up a chair and sat down, then took out the specially made portable tablet from the large pocket of his hoodie.

Fingers flying.

A stream of green code started scrolling wildly across the screen.

The burly man watched him type, sneered, and pulled a switchblade from his waist, toying with it in his hand.

"You little brat, calling the police, huh? My gang's around here. I'll bleed you dry before the cops even get here!"

Xiao Liu ignored him.

The sound of the keyboard being typed was as dense as a torrential downpour.

One minute.

The fake location software in DaHan's mobile phone was forcibly cracked.

Two minutes.

The fraud gang's server, hidden in a basement in an urban village, was reverse-engineered, and all transaction records and member identification information were packaged into encrypted files.

three minutes.

"bite."

Xiao Liu pressed the Enter key.

He looked up and glanced at the burly man opposite him.

"Your gang has a total of 15 people, and there are 23 million yuan in fraudulent funds in their accounts. I have already transferred all of this money to the special account of the National Anti-Fraud Center."

Xiao Liu opened the tablet and took out a wet wipe from his hoodie pocket to wipe his hands.

"By the way, send the coordinates of your hideout and evidence of your involvement in organized crime to the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division."

The burly man froze, nearly dropping the switchblade in his hand.

He quickly pulled out his phone and frantically refreshed the online banking interface.

Balance displayed: 0.00.

"Holy shit!" The big man's eyes turned red, and he lunged forward with his knife in hand.

"Bang!"

The coffee shop door was kicked down.

The butcher, wearing a yellow vest, charged in like a heavy tank.

A standard high roundhouse kick landed directly on the big man's neck.

The mountain of flesh, weighing over 200 pounds, flew into the air, smashed two tables, foamed at the mouth, and fainted on the spot.

The eagle strolled in slowly, picked up the trampled rose, and threw it into the trash can.

He patted Xiao Liu on the shoulder.

"Let's go, you romantic. Go back to base and get your stomach pumped. Brother Yuan is still waiting for your report at home."

One hour later.

The capital city, Chen Family Manor on the hillside.

The afternoon sun made the mahogany wood flooring in the living room scorching hot.

Chen Yuan was wearing that faded old shirt, with the cuffs rolled up at his elbows.

He sat on a leather sofa, holding a nutcracker in his hand.

"Click."

The thin-shelled walnuts were precisely cracked open, leaving the kernels intact.

Shen Wanzhou leaned against the cushion next to him, holding a venture capital report written entirely in English.

She frowned slightly, clearly not satisfied with the data in the report.

Xiao Liu stood in front of the coffee table with his head drooping, like a defeated quail.

The cat ears on the hoodie drooped down.

He recounted his heroic act of encountering a burly man picking his feet at a coffee shop that day, and then turning the tables and shutting down the fraud ring.

He had hoped to receive a few words of comfort from Chen Yuan, or praise for his superb skills.

result.

The nutcracker in Chen Yuan's hand froze in mid-air.

He glanced at Xiao Liu's lifeless face.

The corners of his mouth turned up uncontrollably.

"puff……"

Chen Yuan's shoulders began to tremble.

Laughter spilled from his throat, growing louder and louder.

That "Abyss"—ruthless on Wall Street and feared by countless giants on the dark web.

That max-level human who didn't even lift an eyelid when faced with Lin Qinghan's tears.

He was laughing so hard on the sofa that he almost fell over, and even dropped the walnuts he was holding onto the carpet.

"Ahem... Sorry."

Chen Yuan clutched his stomach with one hand and supported himself on the sofa armrest with the other, tears welling up in his eyes from laughing.

He pointed at Xiao Liu, then turned to look at Shen Wanzhou.

"Wanzhou, can you hear me?"

Chen Yuan's voice was full of undisguised schadenfreude.

"This kid, three years ago, single-handedly hacked into the North American Aerospace Defense Command, just to steal a missile trajectory map for me."

"And today, in Wangfujing, I was called 'Little Sweetie' by a 200-pound, burly man who's been picking his toes for three months!"

Shen Wanzhou looked away from the report.

She glanced at Xiao Liu, who was about to cry, and a smile couldn't help but appear in her usually cold eyes.

She nudged Chen Yuan's waist lightly with her elbow.

"Stop laughing. He's still a child."

"A child in their thirties?"

Chen Yuan picked up a walnut from the ground, threw it into the trash can, and then took another one.

It shattered with a "crack".

His well-defined fingers delicately peeled away the slightly astringent thin skin from the walnut kernel.

Xiao Liu's eyes reddened with grievance.

"Brother Yuan, I was just seeking spiritual resonance! Who knew the online environment would be so treacherous these days!"

"I'm never doing online dating again. I'm going to pour all my emotions into code!"

Chen Yuan ignored him.

He held the cleanly peeled walnut kernels, without a single impurity, to Shen Wanzhou's lips.

Shen Wanzhou naturally opened her mouth and bit down.

The nutty aroma of walnuts fills your mouth.

She relaxed her brow with satisfaction, and even read the reports a few seconds faster.

Chen Yuan took out a tissue and wiped the walnut crumbs off his fingertips.

He rested one hand on the back of the sofa, his gaze returning to Xiao Liu.

That oppressive feeling that comes with being in a superior position returned, but the mockery in his eyes could not be hidden.

"Spiritual resonance?"

Chen Yuan scoffed coldly, his voice lazy but piercing Xiao Liu's heart like a knife.

"Don't blame the internet for being treacherous if you're just stupid."

He pointed to Shen Wanzhou, who was looking at the report, and then to himself.

"See? This is what you call a two-way journey in reality."

"You can't even tell the gender of a carbon-based life form, yet you dare to talk to me about cyber love?"

Xiao Liu sniffed, feeling as if he had not only suffered physical harm from the fraudster, but also a magical attack from Brother Yuan.

He zipped his hoodie up all the way, almost covering half his face.

Trying to resist this damn dog food by using anime girl images.

Chen Yuan fed the last walnut kernel into his wife's mouth.

He casually tossed the nutcracker onto the tray, making a crisp metallic clanging sound.

He glanced at Xiao Liu, who looked utterly hopeless and was practically shrinking into the carpet:

"You can roam freely within the Pentagon system, yet you got emotionally deceived by a big guy online. You're destined to be unlucky with women for the rest of your life."