Luo Muchen sat in his lavish study, bathed in the dim glow of golden morning light. He leaned back in his leather chair, his piercing eyes fixed on the computer screen displaying complex lines of code.
With a cigarette dangling from his fingertips, he spoke into his sleek cell phone, his voice laced with authority. He was trying to authenticate what Qie Xieling had said earlier about hacking Lee Ya's server at the nightclub and from what his subordinate reported, it had been successful.
As Luo Muchen concluded the call, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and noticed a flash of movement. One of his cars darted out of the estate, its tyres screeching against the asphalt. Frowning, Luo Muchen muted the call, his mind racing.
He picked up the intercom and pressed a button. "Butler Zhang," he called, his voice echoing through the mansion's speaker system.