The programmer was laid off, Gao Wu was reorganized, the capitalists were dealt with, and the bugs of the peerless skills were solved.
Chen Ye worked as an outsourcer for Qixue Group for five years. On the day of layoffs, the group's machine that formatted his brain had a power leak.
When he opened his eyes again, in his eyes, all the martial arts in the world were just codes. There were loopholes in the peerless martial arts. There was a secret blood-sucking hand hidden in the public martial arts practiced by low-level warriors.
The Risk Control Bureau came to arrest someone. Cheng Ye glanced at the opponent's body protection technique and raised his hand to click on it three times.
"In your "Iron Shirt", the variable in the seventh line has no value assigned."
The person on the other side knelt down on the spot.
There are twenty-nine days left before the supply is cut off. Either he dies on his knees or the business is dismantled.
