Everyone had stayed up late the night before and spent most of the morning catching up on sleep. Director Chang was no exception.
He slept until ten, when his alarm went off, only to get a fright the moment he opened his eyes.
Director Chang propped himself up on his arms and looked at the Black-footed Cat hovering in midair. "Pork Knuckle, what are you doing here?"
"Grandpa Chang, I'm waiting for you to wake up."
Director Chang chuckled. "Did you need something from me?"
Pork Knuckle spat out a bubble containing the computer's F drive. "This morning, I detected someone spreading malicious rumors about my two masters online. I've already packaged the evidence and put it on your computer. Sorry for the trouble, but could you pass it on to the relevant authorities?"
Pork Knuckle would have liked to submit it himself, but he had no physical body. If he entered the Confidentiality Bureau's network without permission in his virtual form, his master would definitely give him a lecture.
Director Chang's brows knitted in confusion at his words.
President Ji was one thing. Business was a battlefield, after all, and there were always people willing to resort to dirty tricks. But Ji Ting devoted himself entirely to his experiments and barely even met outsiders. Who would maliciously slander him?
Setting the reason aside, Director Chang looked solemnly up into the air. "Well done, Pork Knuckle. Don't worry. I'll contact Director Liao at the Confidentiality Bureau right away."
Pork Knuckle swished his tail happily, his feline eyes narrowing with delight. "I'm counting on you, Grandpa Chang."
Director Chang threw on a jacket and went to the computer to check the evidence, calling Director Liao as he read. Just as he reached the rumors themselves, the call connected.
"Those rotten bastards..."