Chapter 225: Chapter 225
The teenager let out a whistle, stomped on the gas pedal, and in the darkness of the night, his speed left only a fleeting shadow in its wake.
Dai Zhong rushed over and opened the sandalwood box.
The box was empty; the white jade token had long since vanished.
Dai Zhong slammed the sandalwood box onto the ground, furiously ordering the security team: "Use all necessary means to catch that person for me."
The face of the security captain darkened; the target had slipped right under his nose, leaving his dignity hanging by a thread.
"Don’t worry, Mr. Dai, I’ll definitely bring him back."
With that, he hurriedly led his team in pursuit.
Luo Zhong glanced at the rearview mirror, narrowing his eyes. "A black McLaren 720S—it’s Leng Yunyang."
In the backseat, a teenager had a laptop sprawled across his knees, his long, slender fingers flying across the keyboard as he rapidly executed strings of commands.
Without looking up, he said, "Turn west at the next intersection, then take a right onto the overpass 300 meters ahead."
Without hesitation, Luo Zhong followed his instructions, breezing through the intersection at the final second of a green light. When the McLaren reached the crossroads, the light had already turned red.
Leng Yunyang clenched his jaw and surveyed the surroundings, preparing to run the red light. Just as he was about to gun it, a large truck appeared from his left front, threatening to collide with his speeding black sports car.
Making a split-second decision, Leng Yunyang wrenched the steering wheel, the tires screeching sharply against the pavement.
With a perfect drift, the black sports car narrowly grazed the truck’s front end and smoothly passed through the intersection.
The truck’s window rolled down, and the driver unleashed a barrage of curses: "Are you rushing to reincarnate or what? If you want to die, leave me out of it."
Leng Yunyang had no time to argue with the truck driver and immediately hit the gas to catch up.
Unfortunately, the road ahead curved into multiple ramps connecting to the overpass, stretching outward like a spider web, leading in every direction.
Leng Yunyang sighed, tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel.
The security team got in touch with headquarters and activated the SkyEye system, pulling surveillance from across the city. They were determined that no one could escape this dragnet.
Through their earpieces, the monitoring team issued directives, and drivers raced through the nighttime urban landscape following orders.
Soon, however, the monitoring personnel’s voices shifted, tinged with shock and disbelief: "Our system’s been hacked—all surveillance is down."
The team exchanged bewildered glances, unsure whether to continue the chase or abandon it altogether.
Meanwhile, in a digital skyscraper, within a room cluttered with computers—
A young man stared in disbelief at the screen displaying a nation-wide animated cartoon, sputtering his soda in surprise.
Stretching his fingers, the man grinned. "Alright, an opponent. Let’s see what you’re capable of."
His phone on the desk went into a frenzy, vibrating madly, but he ignored it, fully immersing himself in battle mode.
"Damn it..." the man muttered, slamming the keyboard in frustration.
On the computer screen, three little pigs stuck out their tongues, their adorableness serving as a biting form of mockery.
This time, the computer completely froze.
The phone continued to buzz. Irritated, the man finally picked it up. "You better have something urgent to tell me..."
From the other end of the line came a cold, low male voice: "You’re not his match."
Roger retorted defiantly, "It has to be a coordinated team effort on their side, no other way I’d lose."
"That’s Phoenix," the voice replied.
Roger froze for a moment, then sucked in a sharp breath of air.
"Ph-Phoenix? Master, you’ve got to be kidding me, right?"
"I’ve faced him before. Though he’s hidden his tracks, he can’t deceive me."
Suddenly, Roger let out a shriek: "Phoenix! I actually crossed swords with Phoenix! Master, I’m not dreaming, am I?"
There’s no shame in losing to Phoenix.
"Though his IP address pings to some offshore island, it’s just a smokescreen," the voice calmly explained. "At this moment, I am certain he’s in Qingzhou."
Overwhelmed with excitement, Roger pressed on, "Master, where exactly in Qingzhou is he?"
"That’s your next challenge: find Phoenix, and you’ll graduate." The call ended decisively.
Roger was dumbfounded.
He’d already been crushed by Phoenix, and without his master’s skill, how could he locate Phoenix in a short time?
Even if he was given a year, he might still fail to find him.
Phoenix—who was he? The undisputed king of hackers. Even his legendary master had fallen to him.
If he couldn’t capture Phoenix, wouldn’t he be stuck as a student forever?
As his initial excitement died down, Roger began strategizing rationally.
Suddenly, Roger’s eyes lit up. His master had only asked him to find Phoenix—he hadn’t forbidden him from seeking outside help.
Roger pulled out his phone, scrolled through his contacts until he reached the entry labeled "Boss," and sent out a message.