Wang Zhuo was still sound asleep, deeply engrossed in his slumber, utterly oblivious to the fact that he had become the unwilling protagonist of a sex scandal.

The power and efficiency of human flesh search engines were formidable; in this day and age, digging up evidence of corruption could easily span multiple provinces. Therefore, the netizens, for the sake of self-preservation, focused their attention on the more easily provoked grassroots class, especially taking great pleasure in gossip concerning the lower regions of human experience.

The reason why the photos initially leaked from the traffic management department was temporarily impossible to trace, but performing a quick search on the owner of the Beidouxing car using its license plate number was far too simple. Thus, Siyuan's personal information was swiftly posted online.

Were there any people with the surname Si? As it turned out, yes. Chinese civilization has a long and storied history, encompassing surnames like Gong, Mu, Bao, and Bei—all manner of names existed. Siyuan didn't actually have a surname, but the busybodies didn't know that, so they simply decided to call her Siyuan by assuming 'Si' was her surname.

After the identity of "School Beauty Si" was uncovered, the enthusiastic netizens, utilizing various channels, quickly found numerous photos of Siyuan. However, they were extremely, extremely, extremely disappointed to discover that the woman in the pictures was not the school beauty. This was easily discernible from differences in height, hairstyle, and physique. Although everyone desperately wanted to connect the dots between "Rich Second Generation," "Beautiful School Beauty," and "Speed and Passion," reality was far removed—so far that not even a bullet train could bridge the gap.

But there was an ancient adage stating that there is strength in numbers, and another famous saying suggesting that three mediocre generals combined are equal to Zhuge Liang. Soon, someone else conceived a plan: they instigated netizens to file online reports, accusing the driver of the white Beidouxing of "dangerous driving." The goal was to pressure the traffic management department to utilize state machinery to help them uncover the true identities of the male and female leads in the scandalous photos!

It must be admitted that this ingenious scheme was highly creative. But just as the netizens were congratulating themselves, believing they would soon know the identity of that "blissful" driver and his "diligent" co-pilot, the online reports vanished as if cast into the sea, yielding not the slightest ripple of a response.

All these events had unfolded within the last week, spreading only on a small scale online. None of Wang Zhuo's acquaintances were aware of it. Yet, despite the lack of intervention from the principal parties involved, the traffic management department continued to pay no heed to the matter.

The reason was quite simple: the leak of the photos into the public domain was their dereliction of duty. If the traffic management department were to hold the driver of the Suzuki Beidouxing accountable, they would first have to conduct an internal investigation and provide an explanation to the person concerned!

Thus, the relevant departments were focused only on suppressing the news; why would they join the netizens in their clamor, seeking out the name and details of the person driving the Suzuki that day, only to then deduct points from a driver's license and fine the individual? Wouldn't that just be creating trouble for themselves?

And so, while Wang Zhuo’s women gathered to discuss how to put an end to this affair, the completely unaware Wang Zhuo was still in a state of post-exhaustion from overdrawing his supernatural abilities, sound asleep, having no idea that he had once again become a minor sensation on the internet!

...

"Contact the Wumao Gang; they offer post-deletion services," Gan Lin suggested.

After discussion, the group, unable to ascertain the woman's identity, decided to first help Wang Zhuo "clean up his mess," striving to minimize the impact of the incident.

"Is that wise?" Guan Yingying analyzed. "If we contact the Wumao Gang, might they follow the trail and discover that the people in the photos are indeed Wang Zhuo?"

Gan Lin gave a wry smile. "Contact them through Cheng Gang; he knows Wang Zhuo well. Even if we didn't contact him, he'd recognize Wang Zhuo as soon as he saw the pictures."

Guan Yingying paused in thought, then nodded. "That's true. Then ask Cheng Gang to maintain strict confidentiality."

"Leave Tianya and Goupu to me; I'm a cyber-mobster myself," Siyuan declared, waving her delicate little fists with a look of smug satisfaction.

"Little mobster, how do you plan to deal with them?" Qi Fei asked curiously.

Siyuan snorted proudly. "If they won't delete the posts, I'll hack their servers. I’ve done this sort of thing before!"

The women exchanged amused looks, thinking to themselves that if it came to sheer ruthlessness, she was the number one big boss.

However, hacking the servers of Tianya and Goupu was not easily accomplished. Siyuan soon realized she had perhaps overstated her capabilities. But a hacker has a thousand ways to deal with an online community; simply employing technical means to cause certain functions of the community to temporarily fail or paralyze operations would eventually become unbearable for the website administrators.

The discussion in the living room continued, as did the virtual "criticism" of Wang Zhuo. Wang Zhuo slept peacefully in the bedroom, while Siyuan was covertly making related posts in various small forums and communities vanish through forceful means.

But on some smaller portal websites, the related news had already started to surface. Siyuan's actions were merely putting out localized fires; eradicating the root required higher-level methods.

For instance, getting the cyber-surveillance department to issue a deletion order—all domestic websites require registration; any site that refused deletion would face being blocked!

This maneuver was indeed domineering and effective; several videos of Wang Zhuo previously exposed online had disappeared this way. However, deploying this strategy required calling upon Xiao Wanjun for assistance, which meant Wang Zhuo himself would have to step in. Others truly could not manage it.

At midnight, Goupu was dealt with, but Tianya refused to comply.

Siyuan finally brought out the heavy artillery, modifying the Domain Name System (DNS) resolution on the backbone of the telecommunications network, redirecting all broadband links pointing to Tianya to several smaller, more rigorously protected websites.

Consequently, Tianya’s traffic plummeted, while the small websites were instantly overwhelmed by the flood of traffic, causing their servers to crash.

As she was thoroughly enjoying herself, Fatty Long’s avatar flashed, and he quickly sent over the very sex photo that had caused all the trouble.

"Little Siyuan, look what your big brother discovered!"

Siyuan gave a dismissive smile and replied amidst her busy work, "So, what do you think? Isn't my little Suzuki cooler than that Porsche?"

Fatty Long immediately sent back a laughing emoji: "As expected of the Queen of the Internet. Looks like you’ve already seen it!"

Siyuan sent back a victory emoji. Fatty Long quickly followed up with, "Do you know who the female lead in the photo is?"

"You do?" Siyuan immediately asked in return.

"Big brother doesn't know either," Fatty Long replied with a helpless expression.

So Siyuan ignored him and continued to exploit Tianya’s traffic to strike at other small websites, advancing virtually unopposed.

Internet traffic is a double-edged sword. Traffic is essentially the browsing volume of netizens. The more netizens use a site, the greater the benefit the site gains. Therefore, by cutting off the telecom traffic to Tianya, Siyuan was essentially severing its source of revenue.

If she simultaneously cut off China Netcom traffic, Siyuan, working alone rather than as a team, simply lacked the capacity.

Traffic brings income, but it also brings trouble. For a small website that is unprepared, a sudden explosion of massive traffic will either directly crush its servers, trigger a "Denial of Service" countermeasure, cause a server crash, allow infiltration and hacking amidst the huge volume, or slow the connection down to a snail's pace, causing genuine users to become impatient and leave.

Siyuan was like a king of the dark night, conquering territory across the internet with her keyboard and mouse. In that moment, she was completely focused, her mind unswayed by distraction. With each photo that disappeared, her spirit gained immense fulfillment and satisfaction.

Next door, Wang Zhuo was still deep in sleep; it was estimated he still had some time before waking.

Guan Yingying sat beside him and said with a touch of worry, "He hasn't gone to the bathroom this whole time; could he be hurting himself by holding it in?"

"Quite possibly," Qi Fei said, looking around uncomfortably. "Let's find a container to help him out."

The two searched for a moment and quickly returned with a bottle of nutritional supplement drink. Just as they were about to pull down Wang Zhuo's pants, Qi Fei suddenly remembered an issue: "Can this bottle even hold it all?"

Guan Yingying held the bottle up to look, unsure. "It's 500 milliliters, about a pound, right? How much can he possibly urinate?"

The two exchanged glances, both feeling that one bottle might not be reliable. Guan Yingying got out of bed, went back to the living room, and found a mineral water bottle, bringing it back.

"The neck is too small," she chuckled. "We'll have to make do; it shouldn't be a big problem."

...

After considerable effort, they finally managed to soothe Wang Zhuo into opening the floodgates.

The problem wasn't huge, but during the bottle change, Guan Yingying got drenched on one hand, and by the end, both bottles were full. Qi Fei had to cup the final amount with both hands!

The two went to wash their hands, alternating between laughter and dismay. When they returned, Guan Yingying flicked Wang Zhuo’s still-flaccid appendage with her finger and muttered with a low laugh, "This troublesome thing."

Qi Fei smiled and remarked, "Yingying, have you noticed that Gan Lin's reaction to this has been quite calm?"

Guan Yingying shrugged casually. "She isn't stupid; she definitely knew this kid has been fooling around outside for a while."

"I think so too," Qi Fei nodded, then let out a rather helpless sigh. "Haven't we spoiled him rotten with all our indulgence?"

"I must have owed him in a past life!" Guan Yingying said, reaching out to tug at the increasingly thick pubic hair on Wang Zhuo. "Why keep this obstructive stuff? Let's just cut it off."

"Maybe don't cut it," Qi Fei teased with a laugh. "If you don't like it, perhaps someone else will. You can't be the sole decision-maker for everyone."

Guan Yingying conceded that made sense, cursing the scoundrel with an exasperated laugh, and yanked out a single strand of hair.

Wang Zhuo continued to sleep soundly, completely unaware.

Daybreak arrived.

Qin Xue’s driver came specifically to collect the first-hand pyramid scheme materials Wang Zhuo had brought back from Tianlu County, and he also delivered the dignitary’s daughter, Qin Siqing.

Wang Zhuo had severely overdrawn his supernatural abilities while dismantling the pyramid scheme nest. This time, the recovery period required was longer than any previous instance, so when Qin Siqing walked into the bedroom, he was still deeply asleep.

After some time apart, Qin Siqing had matured into a graceful young woman. Her chest was beginning to swell, and her previously petite hips were gradually becoming fuller, further accentuating her tiny seventeen-inch waist. Dressed in this pure white gauze dress, she resembled a celestial being from a painting, a classical beauty brought to life.

Her every movement exuded elegant temperament, having shed the flightiness of two years prior. Everyone who saw her was instantly captivated, praising the Qin family for raising such a fine daughter.

The daughter of a powerful provincial governor, the princess of a future national leader—her status was already far above ordinary people, and her aura was beginning to match it, commanding the respect of Qi Fei, Guan Yingying, and Siyuan.

But just as she entered the bedroom intending to catch a glimpse of the lazy sleeper Wang Zhuo, she happened to see the slothful fellow roll over, his silk quilt sliding to the floor, exposing him completely nude facing her as she reached the bedside!

Qi Fei and the others standing beside her were instantly dumbfounded. The reserved princess fell from her pedestal in that instant, her pretty face instantly flushing crimson up to her ears!