Chapter 78 The Internet Cafe We're Covering Ran into Trouble

The late-night silence in North Bear was profound.

In a studio, Angelina stretched lazily, her graceful curves unmistakable beneath her black coat, resembling an expressive Chinese painting of mountains and rivers—peaks soaring high and at times overlooking a willow-like river that flowed into the plains.

Hackers are creatures of the night.

Angelina was no exception. She held a newly poured whisky, sipping it like water to wake herself up.

Then she continued to tinker with her undertaking.

Suddenly!

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, her snow-white neck leaning forward as she stared at the special feedback on her computer screen.

"Is someone tracking me?"

Angelina immediately became alert, slender fingers already on the keyboard, ready to launch a counter-tracking measure and start hiding her traces in the virtual network.