As he spoke, Zheng Jituo glanced at Zhang Beixing's phone, where a blue and white interface was vividly displayed.
Seeing this, Zheng Jituo immediately understood, his face showing a knowing smile that said it all.
He nudged Zhang Beixing. "You rascal, starting to look at shady stuff the moment you're abroad, huh?"
Hearing this, Zhang Beixing waved his hand dismissively. "Cut it out! What are you even talking about? I'm busy with serious business here, okay!"
"Serious business? What serious business?" Zheng Jituo exclaimed.
"You'll see." Zhang Beixing didn't answer directly. Instead, he just focused on his phone after his remark.
Shortly afterward, with a few taps on his phone, he crafted a headline:
"@Global Black Association. I'm out, what can you do about it? — IP address: Ancient Rome·Maro·Fiumicino Airport"
Below the headline, he attached a photo of himself flicking off the camera, taken right after he disembarked the plane.
