At this moment, the music was interrupted by an extremely subtle electronic beep.
It wasn't the phone in the room, but a specially made satellite communicator inside Ye Zhenli's pajama pocket.
Ye Zhenli's dance steps halted instantly. He released his wife, patted her arm to reassure her, smiled, and then quickly walked to the study room, locking the door from the inside.
He took out the device, smaller than a phone, with a single line of constantly changing codes and a countdown on display.
This was the highest level of alert, indicating that a critical node in his vast network might have a fatal vulnerability or has already been touched.
His eyes swiftly input a string of commands onto the device.
A few seconds later, a stream of heavily encrypted and scrambled information was received and decoded. The message was short, its source obscure, but its content sent a chill down his spine:
