Not To Be Trifled With

The technician did not know about this. When he heard Lu Ming's words, he was stunned. "What happened? Did C tamper with Black Emperor's program?"

Lu Ming told him about Fu Hanchuan's rough location of the tamper with disgust.

Lu Ming knew that Black Emperor's technician would not find that place so quickly.

He just closed the chatbox with the technician and continued to wander around Black Emperor.

Fifteen minutes later, the technician's message was sent.

[Handsome, I found it.]

Lu Ming rolled his eyes in disgust. He had been searching for it for so long? What a loser.

Lu Ming typed on the computer keyboard. [How do you deal with it?]

[...]

The technician replied with an ellipsis.

Lu Ming: [???]

The technical staff member sent another message very quickly and said in a rather helpless tone, [Turn a blind eye.]

Lu Ming glared. "Someone tampered with your Black Emperor's program and you don't even care?"