There was a lot of heat in the media, and in a dark, scruffy dirt house in a dark, remote alley.

A man was the hacker hired by Gloria Stock, who had just earned a lot of money.

His eyes were shining like wolves, and he was tapping on the keyboard, watching the number of anti-fans on the screen growing stronger and stronger, smiling with a sense of success.

It was just that not two seconds after getting away with it, suddenly, a lingering, slightly cold chill came from the back of the man's neck. And the moment the man tried to turn his head, the icy dagger was pressed against his throat. His body shuddered sharply, his pupils contracted sharply, and his heart trembled hard.

"Who...who are you?"

The hacker's eyes were filled with intense fear, and he began to stumble even as he spoke.

"You're the one who broke the news about all the negative news and anti-fans on the internet?"

Although it was a question, the words were full of certainty.