บท 502: Was There Nothing He Could Do?

No. 3 finally finished writing the program and activated it—

He leaned lazily against the back of the chair and stretched his body.

It might seem like an insignificant matter, but it was actually quite taxing to keep one's brain focused.

The moment he stood up, the screen suddenly flashed crazily. It was a pop-up message from the other members of Bloodthirsty.

No. 3 raised his eyebrows in confusion. What happened?

He randomly clicked on one and the screen displayed, "Boss, it's already 12:03 a.m. Why haven't you posted it yet? The internet can't wait any longer."

No. 3 was puzzled. He had posted it.

He sat down at the table again and realized that the transmission failed.

He immediately clenched his fists, but at the same time, he was puzzled. What was going on?

"Are there any signs of invasion on your side?"