"Boss, I'm afraid this can't be investigated," Wang Ba said, shaking his head.
"So certain?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.
"Because I've experienced it myself." Just mentioning the incident made Wang Ba seethe with anger.
"Once, some bastard dared to steal my deal and openly taunted me, calling the Black Tiger Gang cowards."
"Damn it, how could I let that slide?"
Wang Ba gritted his teeth. "I ordered one of our tech-savvy members to hack into the Dark Web and track down the guy who insulted us. But guess what? He got detected within five minutes."
"Once you're caught, the Dark Web hunts you down. Now he’s hiding in some backwater village with his wife and kids."
"Yeah, Boss," another gang member chimed in. "It’s better not to mess with the Dark Web. If they come after you, it’s no joke."
"You might not know this, but the Dark Web’s anti-intrusion system was built by the world’s top hackers. For over fifty years, no one’s ever cracked it."
"That just makes me want to try even more." A spark of excitement flashed in Lin Xuan’s eyes.
His fingers began flying across the keyboard in a rapid clatter.
"Boss…" The subordinate tried to dissuade him again.
"Enough," Wang Ba cut him off. "We have to trust our boss."
He stroked his chin thoughtfully.
He’d warned Lin Xuan, but if the guy wouldn’t listen, what could he do?
If Lin Xuan got caught, even better—the Black Tiger Gang would fall back into his hands.
Wang Ba discreetly pulled out his phone and started recording Lin Xuan’s hacking attempt.
This was his computer, after all.
If the Dark Web traced the intrusion back to him, he’d be finished.
He needed solid proof that it wasn’t him.
Plus, he could use this as leverage to force Lin Xuan to hand over the antidote for the poison he’d been forced to take earlier.
Wang Ba’s mind buzzed with schemes.
Lin Xuan noticed Wang Ba’s actions but paid no mind. It was natural for the former leader to resent him after being usurped.
Sooner or later, he’d make Wang Ba submit willingly.
Lin Xuan’s eyes remained fixed on the screen, his fingers never pausing.
Wang Ba watched the monitor too, waiting for the inevitable alert that Lin Xuan had been detected.
Five minutes passed.
Lin Xuan kept typing.
Ten minutes.
Still going.
The tech-savvy gang member frowned in confusion.
Why hadn’t he been caught yet?
Even Wang Wang, their best hacker, had been exposed within five minutes.
Now it had been ten, and the boss was still untouched.
Could it be that Lin Xuan wasn’t just a master of guns and martial arts, but also an unparalleled hacker?
No way.
The Dark Web had stood unbreached for fifty years. No hacker, no matter how skilled, had ever cracked it. Their boss looked barely twenty—how could he possibly break through?
It was only a matter of time before he got caught.
Fifteen minutes.
Twenty.
Lin Xuan continued typing relentlessly.
Wang Ba was stunned.
Had he actually done it…?
Suddenly, Lin Xuan stopped.
"Boss, did they catch you?" Wang Ba asked hesitantly.
The subordinate leaned in curiously.
When he saw the screen, his eyes widened in disbelief.
"Th-this… this…" He pointed at the computer, stammering.
"Spit it out! What happened?" Wang Ba snapped.
"The boss cracked the Dark Web’s defenses—and they didn’t even detect the intrusion!"
The subordinate gaped at Lin Xuan, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an egg. Pure shock radiated from him.
Fifty years!
For half a century, no one had ever breached the Dark Web’s security. And now, their boss had done it effortlessly.
Did that mean Lin Xuan’s hacking skills surpassed even the world’s number one?
Unbelievable.
The subordinate stared at Lin Xuan with awe. Besides fighting, marksmanship, and hacking—what else was he capable of?
"What? He broke into the Dark Web?" Wang Ba’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull.
Lin Xuan smirked. "Problem?"
Wang Ba gulped.
If his hacking skills were this advanced, then gathering incriminating evidence against him would be child’s play.
Had he pissed him off earlier?
Remembering something, Wang Ba frantically deleted the video he’d just recorded.
"Boss!"
With a loud thud, Wang Ba dropped to his knees, pressing his palms to the ground in complete submission.
"I pledge my loyalty to you, Boss! Wherever you command, I’ll follow without question!"
A man had to know when to bow his head.
"Good. Get up," Lin Xuan said coolly.
"Remember your words. Obey my orders, and I won’t make things difficult for you."
"Thank you, Boss!"
At that moment, a pop-up appeared on the screen, displaying the IP address of the person who had placed the hit on the Black Tiger Gang.
"Yundu City, Guangguang Road, Jingxiu Villa District, No. 46." Wang Ba read aloud before turning to Lin Xuan. "Boss, whoever lives here must be the one trying to destroy you."
"Just as I suspected. It’s him."
Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes.
Lin Li truly hated him to the core—enough to hire the Black Tiger Gang to turn him into a eunuch.
"Boss, now that we’ve found him, what’s the plan?" Wang Ba asked eagerly.
"Simple." A dark glint flashed in Lin Xuan’s eyes. "Return the favor in kind. He wanted to lock me up and torture me? Then we’ll drag him in and give him a taste of his own medicine."
"Boss," Wang Ba added helpfully, "he also wanted to castrate you. Shouldn’t we make sure he can’t… you know, function either?"
Excitement flickered in his gaze.
This was going to be a spectacle.
"Don’t worry, I won’t forget that part," Lin Xuan said coldly. "We’ll do everything to him that he ordered for me."
He’d make Lin Li choke on his own cruelty.
"Got it, Boss! I’ll have him captured in no time," Wang Ba vowed, thumping his chest.
"Now, gather all the intel you have on the Golden Dragon Gang and any other factions," Lin Xuan ordered.
"Yes, sir!"
Wang Ba complied.
Their headquarters were in the Golden Triangle, where all records were stored. He’d only returned to their domestic base for temporary business.
After making a call, he had the files sent over.
Lin Xuan instructed him to place the documents in a study, then shut the door. He tossed the computer into his spatial storage, his consciousness following it inside.
He swiftly skimmed through the files.
Then his fingers flew across the keyboard once more.
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