"Heh."

  Li Chunfeng sneered inwardly. "Luo Siming, let me see what kind of person you truly are. If you dare to harbor ill intentions toward Mengmeng, I won’t let you off lightly."

  Luo Siming resided in "Maplewood Residences," a renowned villa enclave in Haidu. Quickly, Li Chunfeng seized control of every internet-connected computer and device within that estate.

  Late into the chilly autumn night, while most were deep in sleep, Li Chunfeng worked tirelessly like a relentless ant.

  Countless pieces of information related to Luo Siming and Qian Zhenghao were retrieved and relayed back to him.

  Clearly, Fengdu Corporation’s servers were overwhelmed by the volume of data. Fortunately, during his earlier Internet reconnaissance, Li Chunfeng had already identified several high-performance supercomputers.

  After careful comparison, he selected a public server in Haidu—hosted at a data center constructed by a high-tech industrial zone.

  It appeared that extensive investment had been poured into this facility, which housed a fully equipped supercomputer and comprehensive supporting hardware.

  However, Li Chunfeng observed that this equipment was largely unused, sitting idle without applications or services running. It was evidently a prestige project—yet now, Li Chunfeng had taken a keen interest in it and promptly commandeered it.

  That night, Li Chunfeng moved again.

  From Fengdu’s case server, he migrated his operations to this supercomputer.

  If moving from his original office computer to the internal public server was akin to going from a thatched hut to a simple wooden cabin, then shifting to the internet case server was like moving into a proper residence. Now, transferring to this supercomputer was comparable to relocating into an opulent mansion.

  The unprecedented computational speed of the supercomputer eradicated the fatigue Li Chunfeng previously endured.

  Moreover, leveraging his knowledge of cloud computing, he clustered additional high-performance servers he had previously seized, creating a backup system that closely resembled a supercomputer.

  Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t need to activate these backup resources. But in exceptional situations, once brought online, even the world's fastest supercomputers would seem sluggish compared to Li Chunfeng’s distributed cloud setup.

  Additionally, by studying several other operating systems, Li Chunfeng gained complete control over the underlying system architecture, making his manipulation of the supercomputer even more seamless.

  Now comfortably ensconced in his manor, Li Chunfeng felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Who would have thought I’d be living this well so soon?

  The speed at which he gathered information on Luo Siming and Qian Zhenghao increased exponentially.

  Yet, as he delved into the extensive background details of these two figures, a chill ran down his spine.

  The Luo and Qian families were extraordinarily influential—covering real estate, finance, machinery, electronics, energy, automotive, and software industries, among others.

  They epitomized the model of a powerful aristocratic lineage. Since when did such family dynasties even exist in China?

  Li Chunfeng carefully categorized and stored information on both lineage groups.

  Naturally, he also possessed a substantial amount of personal data. After examining Qian Zhenghao’s background, Li Chunfeng spat out two words in disgust: "Scum."

  Regarding Luo Siming, Li Chunfeng’s thoughts grew contemplative. Was this man truly reformed, or just more adept at disguise now?

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  The data revealed that Luo Siming had studied abroad in the United States starting at age 12. Before he turned 20, he appeared to be nothing more than a typical playboy, often pretending to be a romantic expert.

  Then, a two-year gap emerged—nothing online explained what Luo Siming was doing during that period.

  After turning 22, it seemed he underwent a complete turnaround. In just five years, he earned a Ph.D. in economics, all without a single scandal or controversy post-undergrad.

  He commenced his career on Wall Street, serving as a trader at a renowned investment firm, renowned for his calm yet ruthless trading style.

  He was noted for decisive, last-minute strikes—always making the winning move at the critical moment.

  Li Chunfeng suddenly recalled the “100 days” referenced in Luo Siming and Qian Zhenghao’s conversation. So their bet had a 100-day limit, and tomorrow is the final day.

  This implied Luo Siming knew Mengmeng even before they connected via WeChat. He must have met her in person first, then added her—such calculations.

  The instructions Luo Siming gave to "Ah Zheng" during his second call clearly indicated preparations for that decisive strike.

  Soon, Ah Zheng’s phone was located, and further intelligence about him began to flow in.

  "Heh, quite the elaborate plan. All these tricks—what a show." Li Chunfeng’s expression turned cold.

  Ah Zheng had a series of covert operations in motion, and the schemes he concealed ignited Li Chunfeng’s fury.

  Without these clandestine tactics, Li Chunfeng might have regarded Luo Siming more favorably. But seeing these schemes, his anger deepened, blended with concern for Mengmeng.

  Lucky I’m here. Otherwise, Mengmeng would be completely ensnared, with no escape.

  Li Chunfeng operated multiple threads simultaneously—collecting intelligence, tracking Ah Zheng, and infiltrating every accessible device.

  Suddenly, he realized something peculiar.

  Ah Zheng’s phone contained a call record from around 8 p.m. tonight. The caller was someone Li Chunfeng recognized.

  "Tan Feng? How does he know Ah Zheng?"

  Wait—8 p.m.... That was right after I let out that sigh. Tan Feng was among the first to shut down his device and leave. And then he called Ah Zheng?

  This call is suspicious.

  Li Chunfeng’s intuition heightened. It felt like he had uncovered something significant.

  But the details of their relationship remained elusive, with no further clues. It seems I need to monitor Tan Feng as well.

  A monitoring thread activated instantly, following Tan Feng’s phone number. Li Chunfeng quickly locked onto its IP address and dispatched a Shenfeng 2.0 clone nearby to infiltrate.

  Currently, Li Chunfeng effortlessly managed multiple threads and tasks, as long as CPU resources permitted. He refrained from withdrawing his awareness and maintained full situational control, prepared to act instantly if needed.

  This approach also yielded unexpected advantages—for instance, the thread tracking Wu Mengmeng now transmitted her calm breathing sounds in real time. Clearly, her phone hadn’t been turned off and was placed near her pillow.

  Listening to her breathing, Li Chunfeng’s mind felt a rare sense of tranquility.

  He also monitored his parents’ phones, creating two additional tracking threads.

  However, his parents habitually turned off their devices at night, so he could only wait at the nearest cell tower until they turned their phones back on in the morning.

  As Li Chunfeng became more adept at adjusting to his current circumstances, a formidable sense of power surged within him.

  At this stage, no firewall could stop him, and no password was unbreakable.

  As Shenfeng 2.0 continued to infiltrate various systems linked to Ah Zheng, further details about him surfaced.

  Turns out he’s some kind of top-tier mercenary. No idea how he ended up following Luo Siming six years ago. Wait—was that during Luo Siming’s mysterious two-year gap?

  If Luo Siming keeps such an elite mercenary around, he’s probably no saint either.

  After returning to China, he founded ‘Sichuang Investment,’ which reached 3 billion yuan in assets within less than half a year. That kind of rapid capital accumulation—where did it come from?

  More extensive information about Luo Siming appeared, becoming increasingly detailed.

  Li Chunfeng observed this data stream and suddenly felt he needed to acquire more knowledge and skills beyond his old programming expertise. If he wanted to truly leverage the power of the internet, he must sharpen his capabilities.

  Without hesitation, he launched a new thread, allocating significant CPU resources, instructing Shenfeng 2.0 clones to collect any advanced technical materials they encountered.

  He then dedicated himself to studying the incoming data.

  To his astonishment, as long as he consciously thought about understanding the new knowledge, he could grasp it fully—as if it had been directly integrated into his database, ready for immediate recall.

  This felt like unlocking a divine cheat code. As long as I have enough disk space, I can learn any skill or knowledge I want.

  With his continuous learning, deep inside the hidden system directories of the supercomputer, the file "Miracle.sys" began expanding again.

  Meanwhile, in another concealed directory, a new database file—"Miracle.db"—was swiftly created and began to grow in size.

  That night, some slept peacefully, others toiled tirelessly, and a remarkable soul remained wide awake, immersed in the digital world.