Nathan Road, Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong Island.

A slightly dated 17-story building stands beside a bustling street.

The building is composed of five interconnected buildings, A, B, C, D, and E. At the main entrance, a dark blue marble sign hangs.

The signboard bears four large, matte gold traditional Chinese characters: Chungking Mansions.

Below the traditional Chinese characters is a line of capital English: CHUNGKING MANANSIONS.

Every day, people of different skin colors gather and wander around here.

They might eat, sleep, or engage in entertainment, fight, steal, cheat, set up stalls, or do business...

It's practically a mini United Nations (or rather, a chaotic one).

Inside Chungking Mansions, there is a bustling market of small commodities, densely populated and cramped, yet a melting pot of all sorts of people.

It is said that there are more than 5,000 foreigners who live here year-round.

People of all skin colors and languages, especially those from South Asia and Southeast Asia.

During the 1980s and 90s, at the height of its popularity, Chungking Mansions was one of the worst places in Hong Kong Island in terms of security.

The gangsters active here are of all kinds, coming from dozens of countries, making it like a "Kowloon Walled City" occupied by foreigners.

......

11 a.m. is the busiest time at Chungking Mansions.

The air inside the building was very stuffy due to the lack of air conditioning and ventilation.

The sweltering air was occasionally mixed with a strong smell of sweat and curry.

Groups of Indian men with rags wrapped around their heads, wearing mischievous and somewhat lewd smiles, peeked out from the stairwells and corners.

Compared to the crowded, hot, and resource-scarce Ganges River basin, the living conditions here are practically a little paradise.

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Room 1722, 17th floor, Building D.

Five men nervously packed up the items and luggage in the room.

Among these people, the leader was a black-haired white man in his forties.

He put a laptop into his black backpack, zipped it up, and then walked to the window and pulled back a corner of the curtain.

Downstairs, the streets were bustling with traffic and people, and there was nothing particularly unusual about it.

"Kevin, what time did our email information get exposed?"

The middle-aged man with black hair and white hair closed the curtains and turned around to ask.

“Boss, it was 25 minutes ago,” a young man who was clearing bottles and food bags from the table replied.

Kevin stopped what he was doing, casually tossed his brown curly hair, and added:

"The attacker hacked through English keyword searches; their skills are top-notch, probably a top-tier hacker..."

"Top-tier hackers?" Jerris, the middle-aged white man who was clearly the leader of the group, frowned.

"Yes, it's also possible... they're a group of top-tier hackers!"

"What? A group of top hackers?" Jerry raised a thick eyebrow, as if he had suddenly realized something:

"Some time ago, the headquarters issued an A-level alert that at least 110 registered top hackers in 36 countries and regions around the world had suddenly disappeared."

"Intelligence analysis indicates there is a 90% probability that this group has all concentrated on Hong Kong Island..."

"Could it be them?"

Upon hearing this, Kevin pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "I can guarantee that the opponents I just encountered were them."

"Quickly, we must get out of here within 5 minutes."

Jerris's expression turned extremely grave, and he issued the order to speed up the retreat:

"Also, notify Group C that they must find out the exact location of these hackers within 24 hours."

"I have a strong feeling that we're being watched... and the boss behind them is very likely Lin Dong!"

Upon hearing the name Lin Dong, the busy people in the room visibly paused for a moment.

The name seems to possess a special magic, making time stand still for two seconds.

"Everyone, hurry up and try to erase all traces. Greyhound, you go and keep watch at the elevator entrance..."

"Yes!" a short Filipino man replied, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and opened the door.

He froze as soon as the door opened.

Three black dots flashed across his two black pupils...

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three sudden, violent explosions shook the entire Chungking Mansions.

On the 17th floor of the building, several bright flames and thick smoke billowed up...

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At the foot of Chungking Mansions, a crowd was running around in a panic.

Countless people desperately poured out of the building.

Soon, panic spread along Nathan Road.

Across the street, there is a green bus stop sign.

If someone pays a little attention, they will notice a rather strange young man standing under the bus stop sign.

His strangeness was not due to his upright demeanor.

Rather, he was too calm.

People around were running around in panic or looking up curiously.

He, however, didn't care at all, and didn't even look up.

He calmly took a cigarette from the pack, put it in his mouth, lit it silently, and then took a deep drag.

Just then, the phone in his pocket rang.

"Hello?"

"Boss, it's me, Fengzi."

"Oh, Fengzi, is everything settled at the warehouse?"

"It's all taken care of, we're getting ready to board the ship... Boss, Sky Eye just detected a very important piece of information."

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