What... What Did They Do?

At those words, Shen Taiguang's heart skipped a beat, and his throat suddenly felt dry and feverish.

Without even stopping to ask more, he merely patted the other man's arm hard to show that he understood, then immediately broke into a run toward the far end of the corridor, where the man had come from.

Meanwhile, the Network Processing Center had already descended into complete chaos.

At this hour on a normal day, everyone would usually be at their desks, staring at screens and handling public opinion matters. Some would chat quietly, calling for drinks or snacks they liked, preparing themselves for overtime at noon or in the evening.

It couldn't be helped. When everyone was working overtime, overtime was simply the normal workday.

But today, it was as if the whole place had exploded. Six or seven people had crowded around the same monitor, packing the area so tightly that not even water could pass through.

There were also plenty of people standing behind them with their necks craned, their discussions, exclamations, and even sharp intakes of breath all blending together—

If an outsider walked in, they might think they had entered a small marketplace just by listening.

"Move aside! All of you, move aside! What do you look like, crowding around here like this?!"

Only after stepping through the doorway did Shen Taiguang finally slow down and bark out the order in a deep voice. He was not loud, but his usual authority was unmistakable.

Hearing that familiar voice behind them, the crowd instantly quieted down. Seeing that their leader had arrived, the colleagues blocking the way consciously parted like Moses splitting the sea, making room for him.

Only one of the Network Center's technical backbones, an old bureau hand named Zhang Baihe who was already in his