That night, Zheng Xuan called Fan Lingli to discuss "Huang Ji."
There was really nothing to discuss. It was a good thing. Whether he could be cured was another matter, but no matter what, Huang Ji's Grandpa had to be told.
Fan Lingli said she would handle it. Zheng Xuan agreed and hung up.
Sitting before his computer, he paused, thinking he should check Yu Mo Shuo and the others' identities again. After all, Zhang Junwei might still have been fooled by scammers. If Zheng Xuan verified it through his own channels, it would ensure there were no mistakes.
He acted immediately and began working in his room.
But very soon, he sensed something was wrong. His computer was lagging.
When he tried to break into someone else's system, it was no longer as smooth as before. The abnormality quickly put him on alert.
"Could someone have hacked me?"
"But why hasn't my firewall reacted at all?"
He carefully examined the traces and finally found a clue. Someone had silently accessed his computer and was brazenly lingering in the background.
The other party changed access ports very quickly. He barely managed to lock onto them.
At the same time, the other party realized they had been exposed and silently withdrew.
Zheng Xuan tried to pursue them. They exchanged blows in cyberspace for more than ten minutes before Zheng Xuan finally traced the other party's real IP. It was in a café near his apartment.
Not only that, the other party had also taken control of his apartment's surveillance system.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Zheng Xuan hurriedly pulled out, wiped away the traces, and fell into a state of panic.
Right next to his residence? Had he tracked them wrong, or did the enemy really know where he lived?