Esports world champion, debuted as the center of a talent show

Jiang Zhiyu, with a small bite of vegetable still in his mouth and his cheeks slightly puffed out, took out his phone. The QR code scan was successful, and a notification to add him as a friend popped up instantly.

Kui Shuang's profile picture is a familiar close-up of him holding a trophy, with the words "ZPL" engraved on the trophy. The hand peeking out from the bottom of the trophy looks even more familiar.

Jiang Zhiyu paused, said nothing, swallowed the bland vegetables in his mouth, and lightly tapped his finger to send a friend request.

Without a trace of guilt, Kui Shuang calmly put away his phone and rapidly tapped the screen with his fingertips.

A few seconds later, several compressed files popped up in Jiang Zhiyu's chat interface, with uniform file names and clear labels.

"Just finished organizing it." Wei Shuang lowered her eyes, her tone still calm and even. "Backend data that I found recently."

"Recently, there have been frequent attacks on your private accounts, harassing accounts, and anonymous black comment accounts. We have conducted a thorough investigation and captured detailed IP fluctuation patterns and device information."

"All accounts with abnormally high fluctuations and high frequencies have hidden IPs that all point to the same public relations company, which is an outsourcing subsidiary of Shangcheng Entertainment."

Upon hearing this, even Zhou Ran, who was standing to the side, gasped for breath, his face filled with undisguised surprise.

Jiang Zhiyu was also somewhat surprised, but he was only surprised that Wei Shuang, who was unaware of the inside story, would think of tracing the hidden IP of the abnormal account.

Manipulating accounts to harass and smear others is a common tactic in the entertainment industry. Trying to take down Shangcheng Entertainment based solely on this is like an ant trying to shake a tree.

For this reason, Jiang Zhiyu only briefly grasped the relevant evidence and did not focus on investigating these accounts.

His gaze fell on the phone screen; the document's contents were far more comprehensive than he had anticipated.

It not only traces the accounts involved in recent birthday doll incidents, privacy leaks, and SMS bombing incidents, but also goes back to the past six months, covering data on some accounts that frequently stirred up negative rumors.

Every IP address, every login redirect, and every timeline of online troll group manipulation is meticulously documented, providing a complete and clear chain of evidence.

Jiang Zhiyu quickly glanced through several pages of tables and data screenshots, and understood the situation.

Kui Shuang's information is more detailed and systematic than what he currently has.

The other party not only found the surface account information, but also dug deeper into the hidden proxy IPs, virtual redirection devices, and backend control links, filling in all the corner clues that he had not previously explored.

This is genuine professional evidence collection, and it's clear that it consumed a lot of manpower and resources.

Jiang Zhiyu looked up at Wei Shuang, who was inexplicably glowing above his head, his eyes serious and solemn, his tone sincere: "Thank you, it's very useful."

Only after Wei Shuang left stiffly, her face expressionless and her ears slightly red, did Zhou Ran withdraw his gaze with a complicated expression, turning to look at Jiang Zhiyu: "Zhiyu, you must be careful."

He paused, then continued, "Shangcheng Entertainment has deep roots, and the connections and resources behind it are far more complex than you imagine. Their methods are also dirty, and they never give up easily. The more evidence you have now, the greater the chance they will resort to desperate measures, and they might even do something more extreme. You'd better think it through before you take action."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded and calmly said, "I know."

The recording base for "Shining Project" is located thousands of miles away in a high-end, enclosed private office.

The lights were off inside, and the floor-to-ceiling curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out all light and sound from the outside world.

The vast space was quiet and oppressive, with only a computer screen on the desktop emitting a faint, cold light.

A hunched man sat alone in an office chair, his face hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to see his expression.

The phone screen on the table lit up, and a message popped up.

The man turned to look at the screen, paused for a long time, and then made a call: "Evacuate immediately."