"Little Fu Hong, you have to hang in there!" Yun Miao couldn't understand the codes that popped up, but he could comprehend the progress bar at 99%.
One look at Fu Hong's complexion was enough to tell that the progress bar wasn't his; it must be the enemy's.
This thought alone was enough to send a wave of panic through him.
"It's over, it's all over! 99.9% now!" Yun Miao clutched Tang Yichen's arm tightly, struggling to keep his voice down.
Seeing this, Tang Yichen and Fu Xiyan grew anxious as well.
The group stared intently at the computer screen, as if their gazes could burn a hole through it.
Suddenly, the page on the screen changed.
Upon seeing this, Fu Hong's expression shifted drastically. He pressed harder on the keyboard, pounding a few keys, only to discover he couldn't control the computer anymore.
"Damn!" Finally, he cursed softly and slammed his hand on the keyboard, still unable to regain control of the computer.