Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 887: Ruanruan is in Danger after being Targeted by a Mishap with the Underworld Envoy!

Chapter 887: Chapter 887: Ruanruan is in Danger after being Targeted by a Mishap with the Underworld Envoy!

The dense and varied characters on the screen, Qin Ruan only understood a few of them.

The hottest post was from the US, ranked first.

Title — "Blond Beauty Slave, Gender: Male, One million US Dollars, Hurry!"

The fifth post came from Northern England, with the title — "Top Celebrity Explicit Video, Clarence, Helena, Anita and other stars included."

The first two stars were names Qin Ruan recognized; they were actors who had become globally famous beyond their home circles.

Clarence, a Hollywood actor born in the US, became well-known worldwide for his leading role in a movie and received positive reviews for a series of films he subsequently appeared in.

He was named the sexiest man alive by People magazine and was extremely popular worldwide, ranking among the top ten most handsome celebrities.

Helena, born in Northern England, boasted a beautiful appearance and a sexy body, young, beautiful, and very talented.

She was adored by young people around the world and was an idol to many. She was an actor, as well as a model, singer, philanthropist, and more.

Both of their backgrounds held a certain influence in their respective countries.

Qin Ruan frowned, turned her head to look at Ke Yiming seriously, and asked, "Is the marked content on there really true?"

Ke Yiming nodded, "It’s true. If the transaction were false, it would be held accountable by the Black Mandala Network, and the consequences are something no one can bear."

Qin Ruan’s pale lips pursed slightly as she continued to focus on the information on the screen.

There was another post below, one with characters she recognized.

It came from within the country, with the title — "Five million to solve all your problems," followed by a picture of a gun made out of characters.

Another post, seemingly from a remote ancient country, caught Qin Ruan’s attention.

She couldn’t make out the content of the title, but two words were marked in English — "Dismemberment."

Those two words on sight sent a chill down one’s spine and a surge of cold up one’s feet.

This was openly treating people as commodities for trade, selling celebrities’ private videos unknown to outsiders, and business transactions of hiring murderers.

The word "dismemberment" in the last post might well mean just what it suggests.

The easy composure on Qin Ruan’s face receded, revealing a serious and solemn expression. She pointed to the post from within the country and asked Ke Yiming, "Is it possible to enter this portal?"

Ke Yiming, "No, you can’t. All the latest information here is only accessible to members."

Learning the result, Qin Ruan wasn’t disappointed, but she gained a deeper impression of the website.

"How are you going to find Hen Nianzhen’s traces on this website?"

Ke Yiming snapped his fingers and proudly said, "Quite simple. Aunt Nianzhen was sold over ten years ago..."

As he said the word "sold," he abruptly turned to look at his silent and quiet father standing behind him.

Seeing no sign of anger on his father’s face, he continued, "Aunt Nianzhen went to Northern England over ten years ago, and most of the information from that time was on the domestic forums of the Black Mandala Network.

The most important thing is that so much time has passed, and those contents no longer require a membership. We just have to find the key information and filter it; we’ll definitely be able to find it!"

Ke Yiming was very confident, his face beaming with the radiant smile of a young man, not at all resembling someone nearly frightened to death by a Puppet.

He probably couldn’t even imagine the threat such a website posed to the world.

Qin Ruan found the smile on Ke Yiming’s face somewhat glaring.

She suddenly asked, "What did you experience in the room earlier? Why didn’t Taixing harm you, and I heard your shouts with Madam from downstairs, which seemed a bit off."

Instantly pulled back to the memory of being alone in the room and threatened by Taixing’s Puppet, Ke Yiming’s face lost all its mirth.

His body was trembling slightly, and his face was taut. He whispered, "Actually, that wasn’t my voice."

Qin Ruan’s fingertips tapped on the computer desk, a rhythmic tapping that conveyed an inexplicable authority.

Just as sweat threatened to break out on Ke Yiming’s forehead, she asked, "Was it Taixing who disguised it?"

Ke Yiming sat obediently like a schoolboy, nodding his head vigorously like a chick pecking at rice.

"Yes, he said he had been following me. It wasn’t until the day I met you at Tongsha Sky Bridge that I was able to see him. He knows you are capable and has been pestering me."

Seeing Ke Yiming like a wilted plant, exuding anxiety from his whole being, Qin Ruan thought that he finally looked like a child.

She glanced at the time nonchalantly and said to him, "Understood, hurry up and handle Hen Nianzhen’s business. I have children waiting at home and can’t afford to waste more time."

Ke Zhibin and Ke Yiming, father and son, stared at Qin Ruan in disbelief.

"You have children?"

"You actually had a baby?!"

The father and son exclaimed in unison, clearly shocked.

Qin Ruan raised her hand, displaying the ring that the triad boss had personally put on her, "I’m already married."

Her voice was calm, showing no hint of boasting.

Ke Yiming covered his chest, his heart felt shattered.

After all these years, just when he had finally found his goddess, to learn that she was already claimed by another man was more than he could bear.

He hadn’t even started his pursuit, and he was already heartbroken.

Seeing his youngest son like this and fearing that he would annoy Qin Ruan, Ke Zhibin slapped him on the head.

"You little rascal, stop making a fool of yourself and get on with the important business!"

Ke Yiming held his head and said with a mournful face, "Dad, am I really your own flesh and blood?"

"Found you on the street!"

Ke Zhibin was almost triggered into falling backwards by his younger son, repeatedly telling himself that this was his own, his own, to hold back.

He pushed Ke Yiming’s head around, shifting his son’s gaze away from Qin Ruan, and urged in a deep voice, "Quickly find the things your Aunt Hen left above. The sooner we get this resolved, the sooner I can go pick up your aunt from home."

Recalling that Hen Nianzhen was already dead, Ke Yiming stopped messing around; all his attention returned to the computer screen in front of him.

Perhaps he was too emotional; his little finger touched a fingerprint identifier mouse next to him, directly clicking on a link marked with red text.

A large window popped up on the computer screen, showing a scene of a room with black and white marble flooring and simple European-style decor where the lighting was dim.

At the long table in the screen, six individuals wearing black masks were seated, all clad in black robes, their genders indiscernible.

...

At the same time, in Capital City, a monitoring department.

"Boss! There’s a big problem!!"

Sitting in front of several sophisticated machines, a young man in uniform discovered a breach in information by an organization infiltrating from within the country using specialized technology.

After triple-checking the accuracy of the information, he stood up swiftly, exclaiming aloud.

In his urgency, he knocked over the chair behind him, making a thud on the floor.

A middle-aged man holding a cup of strong tea popped his head out from an office and asked wearily, "What are you yelling for? I’m not deaf. What happened?"