The power of the masses is immense, disruptive, and capable of toppling a glittering dynasty when roused—let alone tracking down Wang Zhuo, who made no attempt to conceal his movements.

Thus, after he defiled the world's most beloved female superstar, Irene Top, with one audacious piece of sausage, the torrent of anger, envy, invective, scorn, and sudden adoration was mobilized, all driven by the fervent desire to drag him out from the other side of the frame!

The Deduction Emperor and the Fact-Checking Guild returned to duty. The original poster, using the forum handle "m," had left behind a wealth of useful information. The EXIF data embedded in the photograph easily revealed the time it was taken, which conveniently coincided with the very night of Irene’s reported sea incident. Because the dramatic nature of the fall garnered so much attention, the location was quickly pegged near London, and soon enough, someone recognized the setting in the photo as an upscale hotel in the city proper.

One must remember that the layout and décor of every room in a luxury hotel is distinct. Since Wang Zhuo had not deliberately blurred the background in his photo, finding the exact location through the visible details was hardly an insurmountable task for dedicated fans.

Perhaps none of this information was inherently important, but who could possibly stand against the sheer fervor of admirers determined to unearth every last bit of truth?

After rigorous, on-site verification by netizens, the room where the incident occurred was rapidly pinpointed. Following that lead via reverse tracing, Wang Zhuo, who had checked into that room that night, finally found himself caught within the net of public scrutiny!

And the entire process of the search, fueled by the immense, collective effort, took less than twelve hours from start to finish. Because they mobilized so early, the discovery was made just three hours after Irene even received her first concerned phone call!

Wang Zhuo remained oblivious that what would utterly reshape his life was not his world-changing inventions that benefited billions, but the sensational fallout from a brief romantic escapade.

Once Wang Zhuo’s identity was exposed, the floodgates opened, and netizens quickly unearthed every facet of his background. Only then did people realize what kind of titan the “Sausage Master” truly was: the inventor and sole rights holder of Dynasty Limitless, the silent owner behind jewelry firms, massive mining operations, and large beauty chains, the controversial inventor of Angel One, and the catalyst behind the Life Ark slimming revolution!

These accolades alone were staggering: a net worth in the tens of billions, a hidden magnate whose assets rivaled Zuckerberg’s—a Chinese super-tycoon shrouded in mystery!

Just as the internet began to boil over like scalding water, the belatedly informed Wang Zhuo finally received word.

And the messenger, surprisingly, was none other than Qu Jingyou, calling from far away in America.

Irene was still reeling, overwhelmed by a deluge of accusations and questioning. For someone at the zenith of her acting career, this was a catastrophic blow, leaving her utterly incapable of rational thought—she even forgot that informing Wang Zhuo should have been her first action.

When Qu Jingyou called Wang Zhuo, the human-flesh-searching engine had already unearthed his identity, though she was unaware of the extent of the progress.

“...I recognized you instantly. You need to prepare yourself now; European media might already be running the story everywhere!”

“What?!” Wang Zhuo was profoundly shaken by the news, his eyes wide as saucers: “How is that possible? We deleted everything back then; there was absolutely no way to recover it!”

“Well, now isn't the time to debate that,” Qu Jingyou’s focus was clearly sharper than Wang Zhuo’s, the actual subject of the scandal. She let out a dry chuckle. “I’ve seen the photos; they’re quite clear. Think about it, if even I could recognize that man immediately as you, any woman who has been intimate with you certainly could. If they see them, what explanation do you plan to offer?”

“That is a problem…” Wang Zhuo nodded with a wry smile, before the realization hit him: it wasn't just a problem; it was a massive one!

“You’re about to become infamous,” Qu Jingyou remarked with a hint of schadenfreude. “You can’t possibly underestimate Irene’s recognition and pull, can you? Moreover, this broke out in France; even if you were the US President, you couldn't sweep this under the rug. Let’s see how you handle this. Your lower head may have enjoyed itself, but your upper head is in for a world of trouble.”

“You have a crude way with words,” Wang Zhuo replied. He knew this situation was serious, but it wasn’t enough to cause panic. He bantered back with a bitter smile, “How do you know that when I’m enjoying myself, it isn’t both heads enjoying it together? It seems you still don’t understand men, much less me.”

“Tsk, save that speech for your media interviews,” Qu Jingyou laughed triumphantly, thinking that after being bullied by him for so long, she finally had the upper hand. To dare say she didn’t understand him—she knew the exact path of the veins on his sausage!

Hanging up, Wang Zhuo stood rooted to the spot, still dazed. The more he thought about it, the bigger the mess he realized he’d stirred up. Never mind how the photos got disseminated—this piece of explosive news was guaranteed to rock the entire world.

“Boss, what are you thinking about?” A student who had snuck out of class for a bathroom break saw Wang Zhuo staring blankly in the hallway and greeted him cheerfully.

“Oh? Oh!” Wang Zhuo quickly waved at him. “Nothing, I’m heading back now. Tell Geng Bin and the others I won’t be able to make the midday match!”

Having given his instructions, he quickly left the hallway, his pace gradually turning into a run. He needed to get online immediately to check the latest developments and devise a counter-strategy!

Just as he reached the sports field, his phone rang again. Wang Zhuo didn't bother taking it out, merely glancing at it with his Clairvoyance. This time, it was Fatty Long, Jin Guoyou, calling.

He immediately had a distinct premonition: Fatty Long spent his days lurking on all the well-informed adult forums. He had almost certainly seen the related news and was calling to confirm!

As expected, the moment the call connected, Fatty Long’s strange shriek erupted: “Director Wang, the male lead in the Irene Top explicit photo gate—that couldn't possibly be you, could it?!”

Wang Zhuo walked briskly, retorting irritably, “How did you know it was me?”

“Now that you ask, I’m certain!” Fatty Long let out a strange, night-owl-like cackle. “The second I saw that massive piece of news, I suspected it was you! I can’t believe you managed to hook even her, and you even made her so obedient. I’m dying of envy!”

“Cut the nonsense, I have to hang up!” Wang Zhuo was so angry his nostrils flared; he seriously wanted to kick the fat slob right then.

“Hey? Don’t hang up! I’m trying to give you serious advice!” Fatty Long quickly called out. “The media is going to find you sooner rather than later. You’d best go into hiding for a while. I’m not kidding.”

“Got it.” Wang Zhuo agreed and ended the call.

Though Fatty Long hadn’t explicitly stated it, Wang Zhuo already knew how the man had identified him. The nickname “250” wasn’t given in vain. Coupled with the fact that he was in London at the time of the incident and had just saved Irene that afternoon, even though Wang Zhuo’s face wasn't shown in the photos, his skin tone, race, and physical characteristics were perfectly clear. One could identify him with 70 to 90 percent certainty just by looking; all that was missing was a quick phone call for confirmation.

As he reached the base of the dormitory building, Fatty Long sent a text message containing a web link and a note urging Wang Zhuo to view it.

Wang Zhuo was just about to go online when Fatty Long’s action played right into his hands. He quickly went upstairs, booted up his computer, and directly accessed the URL from the text message. He opened it.

It was a massive domestic community site familiar to Wang Zhuo—indeed, it was Tianya Forum. The gossip section had already erected a brand-new skyscraper of threads, the sheer scale of which was no less impressive than the Edison Chen incident back during the Lunar New Year of '08.

Wang Zhuo calmed his mind. He had prepared for the worst on his walk over; it seemed his fears were confirmed.

The original poster, known as the thread-starter, had nothing particularly special in his post; he merely asked if anyone knew about the Irene Top explicit photo incident, adding a self-posed question: “I wonder if that sexually fortunate man is Chinese.”

The entire topic revolved around the “sexually fortunate man.”

As the discussion deepened, people gradually began posting photos and links within the thread, and some even provided download packages and file transfer station retrieval codes.

The thread had only been up for an hour, but Wang Zhuo was rapidly scrolling through the comments. The netizens were building their replies faster than he could read. He quickly realized he was about to become a very busy man...

Sure enough, as soon as that thought crossed his mind, his phone rang. It was Ning Yao calling.

“Wang Zhuo, your photos with Irene have been uploaded online. Did you know?” Ning Yao’s tone carried a hint of barely concealed panic.

“I just found out,” Wang Zhuo replied quickly with a wry smile. “Don’t worry, the photos were taken with her phone; that device must have malfunctioned and leaked them. The ones we took are absolutely secure.”

Ning Yao let out a visible sigh of relief, then added with resignation, “Thank goodness your face isn’t in the photos. Hopefully, the media won’t be able to trace your identity.”

“That’s impossible,” Wang Zhuo said, unable to suppress his amusement. “The zealous ones in Europe have already dug up my identity. A few minutes ago, someone uploaded the news to Tianya Forum. I’ve already been doxxed…”

“Ah?!” Ning Yao gasped in shock.

“It’s faster than I anticipated…” Wang Zhuo suddenly chuckled dryly. “Someone has already dug up my high school graduation class photo and uploaded it.”

“…”

After bidding farewell to the speechless Ning Yao, a continuous stream of calls began flooding in. More and more people learned of the situation. It was a carnival-like digital feast, and everyone who was lucky enough to participate felt a shared sense of honor. When they discovered that the man who had “brought glory to the nation” was Wang Zhuo, they acted as if injected with adrenaline, throwing themselves enthusiastically into excavating Wang Zhuo’s past and present.

The news spread like a mushroom cloud. Wang Zhuo’s phone quickly became a hotline. Just as he was struggling to cope, a small news window popped up in the lower right corner of his screen.

Seeing that news item, Wang Zhuo’s eyes nearly bulged out: “Even Tencent Penguin is joining in to stir up trouble?!”