Chapter 971: Wrecking Scums, Si Fuqing Pulled Out the Swordsman (1)

Ji Yun and Si Fuqing met in “Eternity.”

Since the “Eternity” accounts were issued by the Free State, only a specific number of accounts were allocated to other regions each year, apart from the local citizens of the Free State, making widespread availability impossible.

This led him to conceive the idea of creating a 3D game world, aiming to develop a game that could truly captivate the globe.

With technology advancing rapidly, changing every day, the Oracle system had remained impervious to hacks or virus attacks ever since Si Fuqing fortified its firewall and system.

As the world’s leading online game, Oracle’s profits surpassed the combined earnings of other games, attracting immense envy.

Ji Yun even enlisted T18’s investigators to hunt down the criminal groups attacking the Oracle system. They jokingly remarked that Oracle’s system could rival T18 and Zero.

Ji Yun dared not inquire or ponder too deeply about Si Fuqing’s true identity.

Kreitch’s ears buzzed, nearly unable to believe what he heard, and he staggered, “She… she…”

“Moreover, you didn’t choose the spokesperson,” Ji Yun said coldly. “It’s because her current main job is acting that Oracle even has a spokesperson.”

The reversal of cause and effect rendered a significant difference in meaning.

With Oracle’s nationwide reach and global popularity, it didn’t need any spokesperson to boost its fame.

Not even the top actors and actresses of Glenn or gold medalists of international sports events could elevate Oracle’s notoriety any further.

Kreitch’s legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

He opened his mouth but couldn’t utter a single word.

He desperately wanted to say, “Si Fuqing isn’t even twenty yet. Oracle was established nine years ago, when she was only ten. How could she possibly have become the founder then?”

But he couldn’t say it because everyone at Oracle’s senior management knew that one of the other two founders, apart from Ji Yun, was only seven when Oracle was founder.

A prodigious genius.

Si Fuqing could certainly be the same.

Kreitch had been the executive director at Oracle for many years, a position second only to one. Over the past two years, he had become rather arrogant.

He had thought he was merely using his privilege to secure this year’s OPL championship by picking the weak Five States team, only to find himself hitting an iron wall!

Kreitch’s face turned as pale as paper.

Of course, the founder of Oracle had the authority to dismiss him with a single word.

What had he been doing!

Had he known about Si Fuqing’s identity earlier, he wouldn’t have dared to touch the Five States team even if given a hundred chances.

Kreitch’s ears still buzzed, and he couldn’t understand why Si Fuqing, with her immense power, would go through such trouble to compete.

But his thoughts were futile, and he couldn’t change his fate.

Kreitch was soon taken away.

Ji Yun wiped his sweat, ready to resume business discussions with the guests from the Free State when a call came in.

Lu Xingci asked, “Hey? Why did you fire Kreitch? He managed the company pretty well.”

Ji Yun replied coldly, “He tried to drug your Sister Qingqing.”

Lu Xingci immediately changed his tone, “Good riddance!”

Ji Yun: “…”

Double standards.

**

The upheaval within Oracle’s upper management left the competition participants on edge.

After confirming the tactics for the next day with Jingzhou and others, Si Fuqing returned to the hotel.

With the death of nether spirit by Kusonoki Akatsuki’s hand, the number of wandering spirits significantly decreased, returning to normal levels.

Yu Xiheng smiled as she entered, “Have you decided how to place your bet for tomorrow?”

Si Fuqing handed him a piece of paper, “I’ve decided. Bet like this.”

Yu Xiheng glanced at it, raising an eyebrow, “Oracle’s official will call you soon.”

He didn’t say anything more but bent down, his hand wrapping around her arm to rest on the keyboard.

They were already close, and now the distance was nearly non-existent.

She could smell the faint osmanthus scent from him, slowly permeating her clothes, as the summer breeze brought an air of restlessness.

Si Fuqing stared at his long, slender fingers.

His fingers had thin calluses, suggesting they often gripped various weapons—a powerful and captivating hand.

Si Fuqing fell silent.

She deeply suspected she was being seduced again.

She never used to have a thing for hands.