A junior player rapidly climbed through the ranks, jumping straight to level 10, which left the American player who had finally reached level 8 in a state of dismay. He left a message in the game chat window: "Today's been bad—I ran into a top-tier player! I'm going to dash!" and then vanished. "Only top-tier players can achieve this highlight effect. If I'm not mistaken, it must be a highlighted player using a different account!" A seasoned gamer posted this in the chat, instantly sparking a wave of responses from other players. They all chimed in: "Highlight! The Highlight who masters Chinese kung fu—come out! We welcome you!" "I've been searching for you for miles—don't let me down!" A fan of Highlight posted a cheerful smiley emoji in the message board, sending the entire community into a frenzy. The official game website has just announced a major news update: high-profile gamer Huaoliang has recently appeared in China, with his IP address confirming his presence in the country—proving that Huaoliang has officially returned to his homeland. Let's rally behind Huaoliang! Though he has left Electronic Arts, Huaoliang's influence has now transcended both time and space. Huaoliang will always remain a god in the hearts of our gaming community. The impact of Highlight has once again revitalized Electronic Arts. In the Pacific coast of the United States, in the headquarters in Redwood City, California, Peter beams with delight, holding a cigarette and saying, "Even without collaborating with the Japanese, solely through Highlight's influence, Electronic Arts can thrive. Moreover, I've just acquired a real treasure. With Highlight, I can now ensure that our极品飞车 games remain strong and sustainable. As long as they remain strong, I'll be able to earn a million dollars every day—within a short time, I'll surpass Bill Gates, the world's richest man. While daydreaming like this, a game software engineer rushes in—Peter's trusted aide. He is visibly shocked and breathless, exclaiming, 'President! It's bad! It's bad! The click-through volume for 'The Most Extreme: Drive to Survive' has plummeted sharply, and revenue has dropped to a critical low. Numerous reviews point out that the game still has many issues." "What? We've just been hot on this for a full day, and now we're facing this?" Peter collapsed into his chair, shouting, "Get me the root cause right away!" "Mr. President, I've investigated—it's a minor patch update for the server game that was tampered with! Everyone's reporting a poor gaming experience!" said his trusted engineer, Powell. "Then it must be Hou Gang's doing!" Peter stormed. But then, his eyes lit up as he glanced at the mysterious disc on his desk. He gave a sharp nod. "Hah! I've got it! Look here—have you take this disc and study it thoroughly. This is the 'Secret Guide to Game Breakthrough' disc. I've known about it all along. Hou Gang used precisely this disc to enter Electronic Arts and has actually surpassed me in prominence. I've personally gone to great lengths—through my connections in the Seven-Star Guild of the Hanhai underworld—to secure it. You must make sure it's handled properly!" "Yes, Mr. President!" Powell was assigned the task and immediately began working alongside CEO Peter on a backup game server. Within about five minutes, Peter and Powell shouted in excitement: "Success! The secret playbook has been cracked—what a miracle! Just plug it in, and it automatically repairs the tampered patches." Ha! I've got this now, Highlight. You're rolling all the way back to China. In the U.S., I'm going to make a name for myself—soon, I'll even bring your wife, Demona, over here. I'll make you suffer, because you stole my woman! This kind of beauty belongs only to me. You, a yellow-skinned pig, think you have a chance to marry a beautiful American woman? You're dreaming! Highlight on the other side of the ocean was astonished to see the bugs in the "The Need for Speed: Most Wanted" game being swiftly patched. In truth, he had simply been bored, his life monotonous, hoping to make a grand splash online. He hadn't expected the game engineers at Electronic Arts' headquarters to act so quickly. After all, he himself had only been genuinely enthusiastic—his interest would fade within half an hour. The swift resolution suggested that the company still had capable people. Who exactly? Highlight was puzzled. He knew that only one possibility could have resolved the bug: the use of the "Game Breaker's Guide." Yet, the DVD of that guide had been seized by the perpetrators. Could it be that the perpetrators were being orchestrated by someone behind the scenes? Who could it be? Was it Peter? As soon as the possibility of Peter arose, Highlight recalled the moment he submitted his resignation, seeing Peter's cunning expression and wanting to storm over and give him a good beating. After all, Peter was the CEO of the company. He's been had! Peter's had him! Old Zhao finally woke up. Dai Mengna, my husband really needs you right now. This long night has left him so lonely. A construction road in the western outskirts of Hanhai City, a sleek silver-gray luxury sports car was stuck in the mud. Nan Gong Yan, in the driver's seat, looked deeply anxious, repeatedly starting the engine, but it only vibrated briefly before failing to start. "What are we going to do?" Nan Gong Yan's eyes were nearly welling up with tears. "This damn construction road—back then, I only cared about getting closer to home. I never thought I'd get stranded here, in the middle of nowhere, with no village or town in sight. Just as I was beginning to lose my composure, a sudden, terrifying voice rang out: 'Quick! Pull out your wallet—or I'll have you ruined!' Nan Gong Yan looked up to see two tough-looking thugs—one tall and one short, one thin and one stout—both with sharp, suspicious eyes. The stout, shorter one held a dagger pointed directly at her elegant face, threatening her. Meanwhile, the tall, slender one was staring lustfully at her chest, his awkward expression making her startled. Today, she had truly encountered a combination of a lecher and a robber. Nangong Yan hurried to dial the phone to report the incident, but was interrupted by the short, stout man who snatched the phone and threatened, "If you call the police, I'll draw a cross right across your fine face." Nangong Yan quickly covered her face, trembling and pleading, "No! No!" "You don't want it, I do—unless you hand over your wallet!" The short, stout man only wanted money. Nangong Yan, with trembling hands, opened her LV bag and handed over a pink wallet. The short, stout man swiftly opened the zipper and his eyes lit up, exclaiming, "Good luck! Big luck!" The slim, tall man stepped closer and saw a stack of red, elderly heads, along with a China UnionPay credit card inside. "Now tell me the PIN!" the short, stout man demanded. Nangong Yan casually mentioned a password, and the short, stout man smiled proudly and slyly. "Let's go!" The shorter, stockier one was about to leave, but was pulled back by the tall, slim one, who looked eager and suave, saying, "We want both money and people today!" This single sentence caused the shorter, stockier one to shift his attention from his wallet to Nangong Yan. What a lovely girl! Her fair complexion, her gently arched brows, her full, well-defined bust—so full it almost pushed her blouse to the limit. Her figure was so graceful and well-proportioned, with a standard 90-60-90 centimeter waist, truly eye-catching. And her curvaceous hips—already stealing the breath of onlookers. Both of the suitors were completely mesmerized. Today was truly fantastic—both financially and romantically successful.