"You're right because I'm indeed a spy from Sweoya. But… I really don't know the answers to your questions…"

Taking in a deep breath, he continued, "I'm not lying. I really am an ordinary professor. I came here to attend the academic forum. However, just before I set out, a person reached out to me and said that he wanted me to work for the country. He told me to sneak in as a spy and wait for further orders, but before I could receive any missions, your men have already captured me…"

Hearing his response, Kinsley frowned. Boris' expression was too sincere, so he wasn't sure if he was lying.

"Then how do you get in contact with them?"

"There's an internal server," he explained. "I could contact the person using it. However, I'm not sure of his real identity."

"Give me the link to the website."

Instantly, his eyes brightened up. If he could track down the website, he would be able to capture all of them in a single strike!

Boris told him the website's name without hesitation. "Both the account and password are 0908."

"0908? What does that mean?"

"This was the code they used to register, which also happens to be the day the academic forum will be held. I would have no idea if they decided on the code intentionally."

"Is there any other information? I'm sure you know what the consequences are if I ever came to know that you withhold anything."

Staring straight into Kingsley's cold gaze, he could only answer in a trembling voice, "I've already told you everything I know. As for the rest, I really don't know anything else…"

Keeping his gaze on Boris for several seconds to make sure that he wasn't lying, Kingsley stood up slowly and ordered Lancer, "Treat the wounds on his body. There's no need to interrogate him anymore."

"Yes!" Lancer responded before continuing, "I'll ask someone to check the IP address immediately. Once we find their location, we'll immediately send our men there to capture them!"

"Alright. Inform me if you face any troubles."

"Roger that!"


Seeing that Kingsley was about to leave, Boris quickly shouted, "I've already told you everything I know. When can you let me out of here?"

"I'll let you out when your student, Andrew, begs for me to set you free."

Spatting out those words, Kingsley strode off.

On the second day, Kingsley had just woken up when he received a call from Hades.

"Ares, there's a slight problem when we try to hack the website. We couldn't log in using the account and password Boris told us. The technical team reported that they needed a string of random numbers as the carrier. However, we still have no idea who's the person who has the numbers! Moreover, Sweoya's core technology is at least twenty years ahead of our empire. It will be nigh impossible for us to break through their firewall in a short amount of time. Besides that, it will be difficult to locate the moderator's location!"

Kingsley frowned. "Try to find the location of the person who has the carrier. Dig it out from Boris' mouth if you have to! As for the firewall, it's true that their technology is much more advanced compared to ours. If nothing works, try getting external assistance."

"Assistance? By assistance, are you talking about The Anonymous?"

The Anonymous was the first hacker organization that had just risen to fame in Qustia. They were extremely powerful and had risen to become one of the world's top five hacker organizations despite being new to the scene. Not only were they powerful, but they were also very mysterious! No one knew a single detail about the identities and locations of the boss and its members.

Hades' voice echoed from the phone. "Boss, we still don't know their identity. I'm afraid it'll be hard for us to place our trust in them."

"It's better to have no trust than to have no clues at all." Kingsley asked in a low tone, "Hades, can you contact them?"

Hades replied, "Cleapolis Military District has previously cooperated once with them. I should be able to contact them."

"Alright, make sure you get to it immediately!"

Hanging up on the call, Kingsley clicked into a live streaming platform.

He was going to check if Peter and Mickey were going to complete the bet they made!

Clicking into the live broadcast room link Kenny had sent him, he saw the two of them sitting side by side as if they were students.

Mickey's face was completely pale as he stammered, "M-Mr. Nicholson, are you watching? We have… urgh… we have prepared the poop…"

Quite a few people entered the broadcast as they typed out their comments.

'What's going on? They're going to broadcast themselves eating sh*t?'

'What the f*ck, are my eyes deceiving me? Are the two of them crazy?'

'I guess there's no limit to the things a person will do for money! They'll do anything to get attention and clout!'

'What the hell? I was eating lunch when I entered the wrong broadcast room. Goodbye!'

At that very moment, another person commented, 'Are you guys in your right mind? You're just going to stay here and watch two men eating sh*t? The broadcast room next door has Young Master Shane abusing his fiancée. Now that's what you call a real show!'

Kingsley's eyelid twitched as he read the comment.

Young Master Shane?

Fiancée?

Were they talking about Cecilia?!

He narrowed his eyebrows. Is Shane broadcasting his abuse on Cecilia?

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

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