On the computer screen, lines of code kept bouncing.
As time went by, a small red dot appeared conspicuously, moving constantly...
The location tracing has started.
Chad Yakov tossed the ice cream spoon to the side, sat up straight, and his slender fingers swiftly moved across the keyboard.
The opponent's sense of alert was good; he had just started tracing, and the opponent already discovered it, now sniping at his location system.
"Knock, knock!" The office room door sounded.
"Come in." Chad Yakov's thin lips slightly parted, yet his eyes did not leave his computer screen for a second, his fingers continued to dance swiftly.
The person he wants to catch, he has never failed to catch.
To meet him, one must do so according to his way; let him see how capable this person really is...
