TSM Chapter 99

Five years later, Yínghǎi.

The Wēi Áng Technology-sponsored Network Information Security Competition has come to an end, and a special evening banquet is being held for the champion, Miss Léi Kěmèng.

The pianist’s perfect piano music was melodious and tactful, allowing her to skillfully control all kinds of people. Holding a champagne flute of sparkling wine, she elegantly and confidently moved through the venue, accurately grasping everyone’s vanity and playing them in the palm of her hand.

Míng Yuè Yě sat in the car, elbow resting on the car window, eating an ice cream bar, replying leisurely, “Received.” Her voice was extremely lazy, but her eyes were fixed on the back door of the hotel.

“Miss, isn’t it obvious? The police are handling a case!” Shí Jiǎnbái said speechlessly, increasing the force in his hand, and shouted sternly at the restless pianist, “Be honest!”

“Hey? Am I interfering with official business?” Shí Jiǎnbái raised an eyebrow, feeling that this girl in front of him was a little interesting, and then said to the intercom in a serious manner, “Go in and get the person.”

Soon, Yì Dàjūn ran in and, at Shí Jiǎnbái’s signal, escorted the prisoner away from him.

Free from trouble, he then noticed the scrolling words on the big screen, Network Information Security Competition, sponsored by Wēi Áng Technology.

“What’s your name?”

“Léi Kěmèng.”

Shí Jiǎnbái nodded with folded arms. He didn’t expect that one day he would be protected by a young girl. Looking at the petite figure in front of him, a smile appeared on his face.

Then he glanced at Shí Yánsheng, his attitude completely different, and coldly dropped two words: “Let’s go.”

Without looking back, he strode out of the venue, leaving Léi Kěmèng with a flushed face, shyly lowering her head. Soon, she cleared her throat with a pretended calmness: “Erm… everyone, continue…” Her voice grew smaller and smaller.

…

The seemingly abandoned office building was actually a den for a fraud gang. Several underlings sat around a dozen computers, each with a bowl of instant noodles, and constantly answered and made phone calls. The ringing of the phones was intertwined, and the fraud jargon was very sophisticated, making it difficult to find loopholes.

The woman gave him a kick, frustrated at his lack of ambition, her tone very impatient: “What are you talking about? Do you think I don’t want to make money?”

“Okay, team leader, take care!”

“Okay, please wait a moment.”

“Okay, please wait a moment.”

After the waiter left, Míng Yuè Yě held a book and leaned forward slightly, clearing her throat in a very theatrical way.

“I miss you.” Yǐn Yuè smiled at Míng Yuè Yě in the opposite mirror, not hiding his feelings for her at all.

“Wait a little longer, I will definitely find the Club 7.”

Five years later, in front of the secret door in the basement of the Secluded Garden Villa.

Zuǒ Yú grabbed the bomb detonator and asked the doubt in his heart: “What was the point of making me eat the vitamin?”

“I hate hypothetical questions. Answer me.”

Lóng Táng smiled coldly, and his hand gently stroked the photo of Míng Yuè Yě with her ponytail, smiling like a flower, on the phone screen. At the last moment before the bomb exploded, he made this very difficult decision for him.

(The story of Zuǒ Yú, Shí Jiǎnbái, Míng Yuè Yě, and the Poker Gang is to be continued…)