After an all-nighter, Cloud successfully traced an IP address starting from the internet café. He closed the system backstage, ensuring there were no traces left, and stretched his tired muscles.
"Hey, Calvin, I'm here. Sorry I'm late, there was a traffic jam," the substitute network administrator hurriedly greeted Cloud.
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