In the dimly lit room, the computer screen was emitting light, which was a bit harsh on the eyes, but the man in front of the screen didn’t care as he was gritting his teeth and looking at the chat window.

[Middle School Girl: I’m sorry, you’re a good person, but we’re not suitable.]

[Eternal Night: A million for one time, will you do it? If you will, I’ll give you the money right away.]

[Eternal Night: Bitch, don’t think you can just run away like this, I’ll fuck you up, wait until I find you, I’m going to kill you!]

Then it was, you are not friends with the other party, please send a friend request to chat.

Li Congliang clenched his teeth angrily; he had never seen such a disrespectful female streamer before, especially since he had offered a high price of one million. One million!

Even those with salaries over ten thousand a month would need to save for nearly ten years to get that amount, it’s a substantial sum for many white-collar workers.

"Damn it, bitch! Bitch!" Li Congliang threw his pen on the ground in anger and then glanced at his phone, there was one more month before the company would do its routine audit.

If he couldn’t replace the embezzled funds by then, he could anticipate going to jail, which made Li Congliang a bit panicked, but his inner rage was growing stronger.

"It’s all because of this bitch!" Li Congliang glanced angrily at WeChat on his phone; even the hacker he had hired couldn’t break into the female streamer’s computer, which foiled his plans to get a hold of something incriminating.

"But... she really is beautiful." Seeing the notification for her stream starting, Li Congliang clicked in and watched the stunningly beautiful girl on the screen, who laughed enchantingly, and he was mesmerized.

Her singing was lovely, her looks outstanding, and she knew how to entertain; she was truly the brightest new star in the world of female streamers, but Li Congliang had never seen a woman who couldn’t be won over even with a million.

"What to do... what to do..." Li Congliang chewed on his fingernails, pondering silently.

Ever since he first saw this woman, Li Congliang had been smitten; he decided he had to have this goddess-like beauty for himself, even if marriage was not possible, a mere taste of her charm would suffice.

So Li Congliang began to tip big, listening to the adorable girl in the stream softly calling out his name, which made his heart melt.

Quickly, the hundred thousand in his paycheck account was gone, and Li Congliang had no choice but to dip into the company’s funds, but there was originally a way to fix it, there was.

"Dammit! Bitch!" Li Congliang stood up in anger, swept all the notebooks from his desk to the floor, and then slammed his fist on the desk.

There was a way, as long as he could hook up with this girl, then he could use her money to refill the company’s funds. But now that chance was gone; he had been deleted as a friend, banned from the live chat room, and even the hacker couldn’t hack the computer.

Li Congliang had fallen into an abyss, left with nothing, and those who have nothing are the most likely to become desperate.

[Eternal Night: If you can find this female streamer’s IP address, I’ll give you two hundred thousand.]

A million, or a hundred and twenty thousand, there was no difference now.

[Black Forest: All right, I’ll try again.]

Li Congliang curled up on the chair, biting his nails, he had already made his plans; once he got the IP address, then...

"You forced me... You ruined my life..." Li Congliang laughed neurotically, and then he saw a WeChat message.

He immediately lunged for it, grabbing his WeChat on the phone, which displayed an IP address and detailed physical address.

[Black Forest: Boss, time to pay up.]

[Eternal Night: I’m transferring the money right now.]

Li Congliang hadn’t done anything like eating out without paying the bill or failing to pay wages, and he was very clear that he had no ability to resist hackers. If a hacker exposed him, he would be ruined.

"Yun Province, huh... hehehe... hahahahaha!" Li Congliang laughed almost manically; he had already figured out what to do.

"Buy a plane ticket and then take some leave," Li Congliang muttered as he opened the flight booking website, ready to purchase a ticket to Yun Province for the next day.

"Crackle..." A soft noise came, and the computer screen flickered for a moment before going black.

"What happened? Did it crash?" Li Congliang was a bit puzzled, but he didn’t pay it much mind and decided to reboot the computer.

As Li Congliang bent over to reboot the computer, he suddenly noticed a reflection of a figure standing behind him on the black screen.

The air instantly became even quieter, and Li Congliang could even hear the sound of his own breathing.

Li Congliang whirled around, wielding a butterfly knife in his hand.

But the space behind him was empty—nothing was there, especially not that figure.

Li Congliang was still not reassured. He checked the living room and other places to make sure no one was there. After he was certain, he breathed a sigh of relief and, incidentally, locked the door.

"Damn it, it’s all that bastard’s fault," Li Congliang grumbled as he powered up the main unit, and the computer restarted.

However, this time, the computer screen didn’t display the familiar operating interface but instead showed Li Congliang’s own face.

"What’s going on?" Li Congliang was a bit dazed; the computer had turned into a mirror, leaving him confused.

In the mirror-like screen, the door behind the reflection of Li Congliang opened, and a dark figure stood there at the door.

Li Congliang quickly turned around and saw the door behind him had also been opened, but there was no dark figure.

Li Congliang turned back to the screen, only to find the figure was twisting its way toward him, its body contorting in an inhuman manner with every step.

Li Congliang kept turning around but found nothing behind him except for the open door and the dark living room, engulfing all hope.

Li Congliang could no longer speak; intense fear gripped his heart, and he watched almost on the brink of collapse as the figure approached his reflection in the "mirror."

As the shadow drew near, Li Congliang could now see the figure in the mirror; it had a horrifying face, the kind that, if thrown out, no one would doubt it was a ghost.

The ghost grabbed Li Congliang’s shoulders, and then to his horror, Li Congliang found that an extra pair of hands had appeared on his own shoulders, bloated hands all over.

Li Congliang’s breathing nearly stopped, and then a head of hair appeared before his eyes, followed by that terrifying ghost face, murky eyeballs, bleeding features—Li Congliang screamed and passed out, his pants soaked through.

The ghost was taken aback; what was this about? It hadn’t even used the torture methods Chen Ze had taught it to torment this apparently good person, and he’d already fainted?

And he wet his pants? This was hardly befitting the tough talk of a "societal person" on Penguin.