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

In secret chat rooms on the dark web, the world's top hackers were spamming the chat in unison: "God has returned! Welcome back, Abyss Master!"

A waterfall of data streams carried frenzied characters.

The four huge curved screens in the manor's study were crammed together.

Chen Yuan leaned back in his chair, his fingertips casually sliding across the mouse wheel.

These are top-tier tech fanatics who wield immense influence in the outside world.

At this moment, they resembled a group of pilgrims on a pilgrimage.

He couldn't be bothered with those who worshipped him.

He removed his right hand from the mouse and picked up the cup of coffee next to him, which was no longer cold.

I drank most of the remaining glass in one go.

The bitter liquid, with a sweet aftertaste, moistened my slightly dry throat.

Move the mouse to the red cross in the upper right corner of the screen.

Hey.

All the light and shadow vanished instantly, and the abyss totem disappeared into the darkness.

Chen Yuan turned his head.

Shen Wanzhou was still holding the empty wooden tray, standing next to the desk.

Those peach blossom eyes were incredibly bright, filled with tiny starlight.

She didn't understand the complicated English letters and gibberish on the computer.

But she could understand the final "god" that filled the entire screen.

Her housekeeper is not only good at cooking, but also at fighting bad guys.

He is also a god whom hackers all over the world can worship.

A proud blush spread across her cheeks.

She bit her lip, hugged the tray to her chest, and looked at Chen Yuan with undisguised admiration.

The screen switches.

In the urban-rural fringe of Jianghai City, there is an underground internet cafe that reeks of pungent smoke.

The air was filled with the sour smell of instant noodle broth and the tar smell of cheap cigarettes.

In front of a computer in the corner.

Gu Ziang huddled in the tattered artificial leather sofa chair.

His right hand, with its missing index finger, was wrapped in thick, dirty gauze.

The wound is infected and is oozing dark yellow pus.

a few days ago.

He developed a high fever in the detention center due to severe inflammation of his severed finger.

By feigning pitifulness and obtaining a critical illness certificate from the doctor, he barely managed to get medical parole for half a month.

But these two weeks became his final, frantic countdown.

The loan sharks are still looking for him everywhere.

That stupid woman, Lin Qinghan, also went bankrupt.

He has lost everything.

And Chen Yuan, the son-in-law who had always been trampled underfoot by him.

They have transformed themselves into powerful and influential financial tycoons.

Jealousy was like a venomous snake, gnawing at his internal organs.

He awkwardly tapped the greasy keyboard with his intact left hand.

On the screen were dozens of social media accounts he had just registered.

He spent several hundred yuan to bribe several marketing accounts.

I'm about to publish a fabricated article containing smear material.

"Breaking News! Chen Yuan, the mastermind behind Star Capital, is actually the head of an overseas financial fraud ring!"

It included several screenshots of fake transactions created using AI.

There are also some seemingly plausible chat logs.

He pounded the keyboard keys with a loud clattering sound.

The nerves at the site of the severed finger were throbbing with pain.

Gu Ziang gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with the madness of someone at their wit's end.

As long as this post is published.

As long as it can create a little buzz online and attract the attention of the police.

Even if they can't kill Chen Yuan, they can still disgust him.

He himself was going to die, and he would never let that man have an easy time either.

"Go to hell, Chen Yuan!"

Gu Ziang grinned maliciously and pressed the send button hard with his left index finger.

Page redirection.

The progress bar has spun twice.

"Published successfully."

Looking at those four words, Gu Zi'ang exhaled a long breath of smoky air.

Just as he was about to switch to a secondary account to stir up trouble and get likes,

A strange blue light suddenly flashed across the computer screen.

Followed by.

The post that was just trending on the hot search page.

It vanished into thin air in a fraction of a second.

Not even a 404 error page was left.

"What's going on? Administrator! Is your lousy internet connection down?!"

Gu Ziang slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage and roared at the top of his lungs.

No one cares about him.

The cursor on the screen began to move uncontrollably on its own.

Lines of green code scrolled rapidly down the black background.

It was as if an unseen hand had taken control of this broken computer.

Gu Zi'ang panicked.

He frantically pressed the restart button on the computer and even tried to unplug the power cord.

But the host computer was like a dead iron block, not responding at all.

The code is scrolling faster and faster.

Finally, a huge compressed file popped up in the center of the screen.

Automatic decompression.

Hundreds of documents and recordings filled the entire screen like snowflakes.

The first document: Gu Ziang's complete record of loans from underground casinos in Macau, with attached details of loan sharks' transfers.

The second document contains transaction records showing that Gu Zi'ang directed online trolls to conduct cyberbullying against Lin's Group's competitors over the past two years.

The third recording: a complete conversation between him and his cronies in a private room at a private club, discussing how to launder Lin Qinghan's assets into their own pockets.

Those clear, mocking laughs leaked from the old headphones in the internet cafe.

There were even several records of marijuana purchases and transactions on the dark web overseas.

Gu Ziang looked at the death certificates on the screen, which he should have destroyed cleanly.

It felt like all the blood in my body had been drained in an instant.

A chill ran up the soles of my feet and straight to the top of my head.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through the rancid shirt.

His eyes widened in horror, his pupils trembling violently.

How could this happen?!

Who's messing with him?

Before he could react...

A line of flashing red text appeared at the bottom of the screen.

"Your IP address and all evidence were sent to the Jianghai City Public Security Bureau Criminal Investigation Corps intranet three seconds ago."

At the end of the signature is a rotating abyss black hole totem.

That totem exuded a chilling, deathly gaze.

Chen Yuan's men.

They are the monster followers under Chen Yuan's command who roam freely on the dark web!

Gu Ziang finally understood what kind of person he had offended.

He was like an ant on a railway track, trying to trip up a speeding armored train.

"No...no!"

He let out a desperate scream.

He tumbled and crawled off the sofa.

He didn't even bother to put on the slippers that had fallen on the ground, and rushed barefoot towards the back door of the internet cafe.

boom!

A deafening roar.

The tempered glass door of the internet cafe was covered in grease.

It was kicked to pieces from the outside by a huge external force.

Glass shards pelted the floor tiles like hailstones, making a crisp cracking sound.

Several blinding tactical flashlights instantly locked onto Gu Ziang's disheveled figure.

Four fully armed special police officers wearing black bulletproof vests.

With the speed of a cheetah, it pounced on him and knocked him down onto the carpet covered in cigarette ash.

The knee pressed firmly against his back, making it hard for him to breathe.

The glass door of the internet cafe was kicked shattered by fully armed SWAT officers, whose cold gun barrels were pointed at Gu Ziang in front of the screen: "Medical parole revoked, Gu Ziang. You're going to rot in jail for the rest of your life!"