Inside the base's server room.
Po Jun's brows were tightly furrowed. Despite conducting a thorough investigation, he still hadn't obtained the result he wanted—he couldn't find any information about Top Spender.
He didn't doubt the technicians' abilities. After all, they had gone to considerable lengths to abduct them. If they hadn't been brought to this base, technicians of their caliber could have easily landed well-paying jobs at major corporations.
"P-Po Jun, sir, there's really nothing we can do." The technician's face was full of fear, as though he was afraid he would be beaten for failing this time. "This ID has extremely high-level permissions. We can't access it by any means..."
"Not even with the permissions granted by Boss Gong's account?" Po Jun asked in a low voice.
"Still... still no..." Several people shrank their necks. "Po Jun, sir, we really aren't lying to you, and we haven't been slacking off..."
Po Jun murmured, "If even Boss Gong's account permissions aren't enough, doesn't that prove the authenticity of Top Spender's crown-level permissions?"
Looking at the Black Room currency that was still rapidly increasing in the account, Po Jun still felt an indescribable sense of strangeness... Could we really have encountered a wealthy sponsor who was stupid and had more money than he knew what to do with, so he was giving it away to some random person?
At that moment, because Myriad Swords Return to Origin kept appearing, the Bloody Arena's livestream continued to grow in popularity. It had already reached the Black Room's homepage, attracting not only more users but even the Black Room administrator's account.
However, after staying in the livestream for a moment, the administrator's account left directly—the Top Spender's ID was still there, and it was still sending gifts.
The furrow between Po Jun's brows relaxed