Xue Tan abruptly stopped as he was about to leave.
He quickly turned around and dove to the computer desk, staring intently at the computer screen.
On the screen, the network system, which had been 98 percent compromised by a Trojan horse virus, was slowly recovering.
In the network hall's vast display, countless lines of code surged in.
They were like sharp daggers, relentlessly piercing into the heart of enemy territory, wreaking havoc!
Surprised, Xue Tan's assistant watched the scene unfold, "How could the system suddenly recover?! Is someone helping us?!"
Xue Tan's pupils contracted fiercely.
Could it be...
He turned and ran outside.
Just then, the doors of the network hall slowly opened—
Outside the door, Xi Jiu, clad in a black coat, was slowly pushing a wheelchair.
In the wheelchair, Ruan Qi held a chocolate bar in her mouth.
Her head bowed, she placed a laptop on her lap, her fingers dancing across the keyboard.
Xue Tan abruptly stopped in his tracks.
