Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!

Chapter 1057 - 527: I’m Sure I Haven’t Found the Wrong Person

Qingzhou is in the north, and winter always comes a bit earlier than in other places.

On an early November evening, the sky was already growing dark. The cold wind, carrying the first snow, ravaged the entire city.

A plane arriving from Jingzhou slowly landed on the tarmac.

A youth wrapped entirely in black, a black backpack slung over one shoulder, made a low-key appearance at the exit.

Although he was dressed in unassuming black from head to toe, his tall, lean frame and cold, enigmatic aura still drew more than a few sidelong glances.

But with his baseball cap, mask, and sunglasses covering his face, plus the hood of his black coat pulled up, it was impossible to see his true features, which only made him seem even more unfathomably mysterious.

The youth quickly left the airport and got into a black sedan that had been waiting by the roadside for a long time.

The car drove onto the overpass, merged into the main road, and soon disappeared into the sea of traffic.

The arrival of the boy in black was like a flake of snow drifting lightly down from midair—coming and going without a trace.

Inside the car, Luo Zhong adjusted the temperature. "Miss, you haven’t been back to Qingzhou in a long time. It’s much colder than Jingzhou, isn’t it?"

Shen You’an took off her sunglasses and looked at the snowflakes flying outside the window. "The snow came a bit early this year."

"I heard on the forecast that it’s some monsoon effect. Not only is the snow early this year, it’ll be heavier and deeper too."

Luo Zhong gave a light cough and cut to the chase: "Miss, Yu Fusheng entered Qingzhou five days ago and checked into Villa 21 at Hongqiao Mansion. That villa’s security is extremely tight. To avoid alerting the enemy, our people can only monitor from the perimeter. In these five days, Yu Fusheng has not stepped outside the villa once, but two days ago, someone secretly came to meet him at the villa before 2 a.m. The visitor was heavily covered, and we haven’t been able to confirm the identity yet."

Shen You’an’s lips curved slightly. "If he let you spot him that easily, all these years would’ve been for nothing."

"Miss knows who it is?"

Shen You’an opened her laptop. Her slender fingers flew across the keyboard like nimble butterflies, slipping into the dark world of the net.

At the same time, in a highly secured office, the technician in front of the computer stared blankly at the sudden commands appearing on the screen.

The technician quickly snapped out of it and tried to counterattack, only to step right into a trap laid by the opponent, sinking deeper and deeper like in a swamp.

"It’s... it’s PT." The technician’s voice trembled with fear.

A line of blood-red English words on the screen was chilling and horrific.

"He’s warning us. Digging into his background has touched his bottom line. If President Ren doesn’t show up at the designated location before ten o’clock tonight, then the shell company name and last digits of President Ren’s account at Ge’an will automatically be sent to the financial regulatory authorities."

Assistant Wen sucked in a sharp breath, not daring to delay, and immediately reported it to Ren Mingze.

"Sir, this PT is indeed formidable. He actually managed to find your account at Ge’an. That’s top secret in Tianlu Bank’s system. This proves she can slip into Tianlu Bank’s system without a sound. Isn’t this exactly the kind of talent we need right now?"

Then he frowned. "We investigated his background and crossed his bottom line. Someone like him, arrogant on the strength of his talent, may bring trouble to you, sir."

Ren Mingze’s face was grave, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. "But we’ve already gotten hold of his soft spot, haven’t we?"

As long as you paid enough, there was no one Black Seven couldn’t dig up; PT, that mysterious top-tier hacker, was no exception.

PT, real name Wan Heng, sixteen years old. His father went to prison years ago for manslaughter, his mother ran off with another man when he was three, and he was raised by his grandmother. Wan Heng had excellent grades, always ranked first every year, but when he was in middle school, his grandmother fell ill and passed away. From then on, he began to fall apart: first expelled from school for fighting, then drifting through society as a street punk, hanging around internet cafés and nightclubs every day, making a living by boosting in games. But no one knew that this apparently good-for-nothing thug was actually a top hacker in the online world. He seemed to relish the thrill of that split, double life.

His grandmother’s illness back then was because the family was too poor to afford the medical bills, delaying treatment until she died. From then on, the only thing fixed in Wan Heng’s mind was money.

He doesn’t spend money. For years he’s lived on instant noodles and steamed buns, wearing just one set of black clothes, and owning one top-spec computer. Beyond that, he has no other expenses. Every cent he earns, whether as Wan Heng or PT, goes straight into his bank card. It’s as if the only thing he enjoys is the rush of making money.

After the FlyCTF contest, PT became famous overnight. He took on a lot of jobs afterward, charging sky-high fees, but many still fought to throw money at him for the sake of his reputation. You could say PT is in no way short of cash now, but for him, it’s still far from enough.

And money is PT’s weakness.

The only thing that can move him is money.

Ren Mingze’s lips quirked, a sharp light flashing in his long, fox-like eyes. "How could you ever feel at ease using someone who has no weakness? It’s good that he’s angry."

Ren Mingze picked up his coat. "I’ll go meet him."

"President Ren, it’s not convenient for you to show your face. Why don’t I go on your behalf?"

Ren Mingze let out a cold laugh. "You really underestimate him. Geniuses need a bit of temper; otherwise, what kind of genius are they? I actually appreciate his personality."

He paused, then lowered his voice. "There’s no time. I have to bring him to heel as soon as possible."

Ren Mingze arrived at the address PT had given— the presidential suite at the Beiqi Hotel.

The kid didn’t shortchange himself when it came to lodging; he’d really learned to enjoy life.

That’s more like it. Otherwise, what’s the point of making so much money and letting it turn into cold numbers in an account?

Just as he was about to knock, the door suddenly opened, but there was no one at the threshold.

Ren Mingze froze for a second. Looking into the dimly lit entryway, a flicker of unease flashed through his chest.

He stepped inside.

The door closed automatically behind him.

Ren Mingze frowned. Since when did the Beiqi Hotel offer automatic door service?

He walked into the living room. Only a ring of spotlights was on, the alternating patches of light and shadow creating a dark and mysterious atmosphere.

The boy was sitting in a rocking chair on the balcony, a laptop resting on his knees. On the table beside him sat half-eaten fried chicken and beer, and a few empty beer cans were scattered on the floor.

PT’s life was as monotonous and ascetic as that of a hermit monk, yet in some respects, he still had some cheap habits he couldn’t shake from his lower-class background.

Under the dim lights, the boy wore his hood up, his face obscured. All that could be seen was a thin, slender silhouette.

There was a kind of fragile, skeletal beauty to it.

But this boy was anything but weak. The computer in his hands was his sharpest weapon.

Just as Ren Mingze was zoning out, the TV in the living room suddenly turned on by itself. What it showed wasn’t news or a drama, but surveillance footage.

The moment Ren Mingze saw who was being monitored, all the blood in his body seemed to rush to his head. A feeling called fear instantly wrapped around him, making it suddenly hard even to breathe.

"President Ren, since you dug into my secrets, I figured I’d return the favor. Do you like the welcome gift I’ve sent you?"

The boy’s voice was hoarse and muffled, carrying a damp, sinister quality that made people deeply uncomfortable.

Ren Mingze took a deep breath. On the screen was a concealed surveillance angle of Building 21 in Hongqiao Mansion. Two black-suited bodyguards were patrolling around the villa, carefully scanning the surroundings, unaware that their every move had long since been laid bare.

The cameras had been installed on Ren Mingze’s orders to monitor for any suspicious persons in the area. He had hired the top network security team to stand guard, yet in front of a top hacker like PT, they were still pathetically fragile.

What shocked him even more wasn’t that PT could easily breach the villa’s security system, but that he had discovered the person hiding inside Hongqiao Mansion.

The secret he had spent an enormous amount of manpower and money to conceal was being flaunted in the open by this boy.

Ren Mingze had no choice but to reassess the youth before him. This mysterious boy lurking in the dark was terrifying; in his eyes, everyone was stripped bare, with no secrets.

Ren Mingze quickly reined in his emotions and smiled. "Very good. I’m certain now I didn’t pick the wrong person."