"Young Master, you mean that Z had transmitted the firewall operating system to another computer and got someone to help her start it in order to divert our attention? And she wasn't at the café, but somewhere else?"
Since Fatty managed to piece up the puzzle and come up with an answer, he wasn't that that dumb after all.
"But that would be insanely difficult, she would need to possess incredible network skills and her comrades would need to act timely as well."
Fatty was convinced because the chances weren't high.
In that moment, Qin Mo lifted his gaze. "Don't forget that we're speaking about Z."
He indicated that nothing was impossible for Z.
As he understood Qin Mo's words, Fatty paused slightly. Indeed, everything was possible.
Qin Mo tilted his head to lit a cigarette. His long and slender fingers were gripping the stick. "Have you checked the surveillance camera at the café? Is there anything you missed?"
