Let's turn back the clock a little.
Sin City, District Six, Disgu headquarters.
Zhang Shinian, temporarily handling gang affairs and holding down the fort, felt uneasy at that moment.
The pile of beer cans on the table made it obvious—this was not merely anxiety over his lack of leadership experience, but even more concern for his teammates.
Chen Fang was dead, Luo Zhikang had been captured, Lin Yue had left... They had all struggled alongside Shen He, building their organization bit by bit from just two or three people. It would be a lie to say there were no bonds between them.
Watching the team that had once laughed and talked, filled with hope, turn into this, truly hurt him.
Not to mention Lei Song too... Zhang Shinian knew perfectly well that the people sent to District Nineteen were a suicide squad with no return.
And just over ten minutes ago, the media's fabricated reports had declared their total annihilation.
Another founding member of Spark was gone... Zhang Shinian could not help sighing. If Old Mr. Luo was not counted, only Shen He and he remained now.
That was why he hoped Shen He would succeed even more. He had not relaxed for a moment as he monitored the Serpent Coil security system he had temporarily locked down.
For now, things seemed fine. The other side's response did not appear to be as fast as he had expected. At least more than ten minutes had passed, and there was still no movement at all.
Zhang Shinian almost felt like it was unreal. Could Shen He have used the hacker world's strongest ultimate technique—pulling the network cable or cutting the power?
Or had he overestimated the enemy? Either way, this was a good thing. At the very least, it gave them