Wine bottles littered the ground. The young man leaned against the floor, his long black hair cascading down like a waterfall, partially covering a flushed face from too much drinking, slightly tilted to reveal the other half marked by scars.
The white shirt he wore was in disarray, the top two buttons undone, barely revealing collarbones that could almost host fish.
Beside him were several computers, all on, intermittently emitting beeping alarm sounds.
The Sect Master of the underground forum propped himself up, glanced at the computer, and his mouth twitched as he let out a self-mocking laugh:
"It's over..."
This time, it's really over.
Ever since Bai Chuwei established the Kyushu Forum, the number of people on the underground forum had been declining daily, and the current number online was actually less than ten thousand!
Over ten years ago, he arrived in this world penniless with a mission, and it was never this difficult!
