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"What?" Mu Fan parted the crowd swaying to the music, questioning softly. Black's deliberate pause made Mu Fan's teeth itch. Where had this guy learned to keep people in suspense now?
"What Matthew mentioned, those strange codes must represent a particular area. I, the Lord, first compared and scanned all the maps available in the administrative network, but didn't find any corresponding area code. This indicated that it referred to a confidential text. After scanning 37 types of confidential texts in both the administrative and military network on this planet, no match was found."
Mu Fan listened intently, pushing away a dancer trying to squeeze in, and heard Black continue in the earpiece, "But these people must compare the confidential text to confirm the area, it is impossible that there were no traces online."
"Hmm, so then?" Mu Fan cooperated by asking.
