"Is it fixed yet?"

Inside the Imperial Garden Florist.

Xu Zhongsheng directed his question at the cybersecurity expert frantically attempting to restore the compromised system.

The main control room was chilled to near freezing by the air conditioning, meant to keep the equipment cool. Yet, despite the cold, sweat was steadily beading on the bald man’s forehead.

"Mr. Xu, I’ve done everything I can, but there’s no way to fix this. All the databases affected by the virus are destroyed. This Night Laugh Virus doesn’t just wipe chips—it’s devastatingly effective against storage devices too!"

"I trust you! Forget about the destroyed equipment, just make sure it doesn’t spread any further!" Xu Zhongsheng ordered with a low, serious tone.

Regret weighed heavily on him.