Chapter 175: Chapter 175: Sister Qi: Let’s Play a Game
Next day.
John Sinclair walked into the classroom with a face swollen like a pig’s head, holding Isabella Xyler’s hand.
As soon as they entered, everyone turned to look at them.
By the expressions on their faces, he thought they were curious about his relationship with Isabella Xyler. However, before he could speak, a series of laughs erupted.
"John, who beat you up to end up like this?"
"Big news, even John got beaten up one day."
"Regret not seeing how you got beaten."
John glanced around coldly, "Want to know who beat me?"
Everyone nodded then collectively shook their heads.
In unison, "Suddenly don’t really want to."
More than knowing who beat John, they were more afraid of getting punched by him.
John smiled satisfactorily and cleared his throat, "Got some news to share with you guys."
Upon hearing this, everyone took an interest, showing expectant expressions.
However, after hearing what the news was, everyone sighed speechlessly.
"Isabella Xyler and I are together now."
After speaking, John waited for everyone’s reaction, but to his surprise, they all just let out a faint "oh".
Something’s off, these guys are behaving really strangely today.
"Aren’t you surprised?"
Again, they shook their heads together.
Harry Lewis couldn’t help saying, "John, haven’t you two been together for a while now, what’s so surprising."
"Exactly, I thought it was big news, turns out everyone already knows."
"John, it’s immoral to flaunt your relationship so early in the morning, please keep your love low-key like usual."
Everyone exchanged sentences, leaving the two main characters staring at each other.
Weren’t they just together yesterday?
Why did these people imply that they have been dating for a long time?
Finally.
Aaron Kerr reacted, uncertainly asking, "So you haven’t been together before?"
"Of course not."
Upon hearing this, everyone was dumbfounded.
What does it mean that they’ve usually been emitting pink bubbles?
After their explanation, John and Isabella understood, and they embarrassedly exchanged a glance, suddenly smiling in tacit understanding.
At the back, a girl watched the scene in the classroom, a smile flickering in her eyes, then she stood up and left through the back door.
...
"That group still refuses to take it?"
Dane Song’s voice was calm, eyes on the person in front, frowning.
The man wiped the sweat off his forehead, nodding cautiously.
Who knows what wild mood M.K’s group was in; they wouldn’t even take business served on a silver platter, not even with more money.
"Did they give a reason?"
Dane Song rubbed his temples, a hint of fatigue in his voice.
These past days, because of that phrase, his mind hasn’t settled, waking up from nightmares every night, fearing the exposure of what’s on his computer.
The man glanced at Dane Song, sighing inwardly, unaware of who the CEO had offended to drive others to torment him like this.
"No, but they did say something odd," the man frowned, "Any orders from Song Group are not to be accepted."
They, as hackers, have their principles, but uniformity is almost impossible. For this to happen, someone must have said something.
Right at that moment.
Under Dane Song’s nose, his computer suddenly started operating by itself. He stared intently at the screen, watching his files open one by one, containing shocking content to outsiders.
In the end.
A new sentence appeared.
[Heard that President Song recently got turned down by M.K., how pitiful.]
"You, come and take a look at this."
Dane Song restrained the urge to smash the computer and hurriedly spoke.
The man quickly stepped forward to see the words on the computer, his heart skipped a beat. Despite having just upgraded the firewall, someone had directly hacked into President Song’s computer without alerting anyone.
Just as he placed his hand on the keyboard, the message on the screen abruptly changed.
[Did you make the firewall? Tsk, if you have the mood to upgrade the firewall, why not think of how to find me.]
The man’s fingers trembled. How did the other side know he was in President Song’s office? He stood up and looked around, finding no surveillance.
So, the only explanation is that the other party not only controlled the computer but also turned on the webcam.
[You’re not wrong, the camera is on.]
As if confirming his guess, the caption quickly responded.
[Who the hell are you?]
He typed trembling with fear.
Soon.
A response came.
[Want to know who I am? Let’s play a game called cat and mouse.]
"What cat and mouse?"
Dane Song looked at the words, speaking in confusion.
The man shook his head, "I have no idea either."
But, the words on the screen immediately responded with a cryptic message.
[Of course, it’s about whether President Song wants to be a cat that catches mice or a cat that gets toyed by mice.]
Seeing this message, the man felt his brain tie in knots. What kind of twisted logic is this, a tongue-twister?
Claire Green sat in the corner of the internet cafe, watching their expressions on the screen with amusement, lazily typing another sentence.
[President Song, the game begins, you have two months to find me, with rewards if you succeed.]
After sending, she immediately cut off the computer’s control, casually opening 4399 online games to play.
With these two months, Olivia Song’s dramatic rise to fame, the feeling of falling from a height should be memorable for a lifetime.
"Why should it be two months because he says so? You, get him to come out!"
Dane Song instructed furiously.
The man, face white, was about to reply when he saw the computer return to normal, with no way to respond.
"President Song, that person has left."
Dane Song’s eyes revealed a murderous intent, furiously ordering, "Keep looking for M.K.’s people, tell them I’ll offer ten times the market price."
He just didn’t believe someone would really turn down money.
Listening to this, the man nodded bitterly and went out to start contacting people.
Dane Song remained silent for a moment, then made a call for reassurance, exhaling only after getting guarantees.
Hearing the recording from the phone, Claire Green’s eyes flashed with a dark gleam.
Following the IP, she directly hacked into the opponent’s phone, effortlessly leaving a tracer.
After everything was settled, her red lips curved, "Let the game begin."
...
Nighttime.
An expensive car slowly left the city, heading towards the suburbs.
Looking at the red dot on the screen, the girl leisurely rubbed her neck and got up to leave the internet cafe.
Soon after.
The red dot suddenly stopped, her fingers moved slightly, and seeing the address, one corner of her lips curved.
At least there’s some intelligence.
When she ambled to the location, the sight before her was a small gas station.
She adjusted her cap lower, calmly walking forward.
Sure enough.
Upon seeing her, the gas station employee immediately became alert.
"Who are you?"
Beneath the mask, a faint smirk appeared, her voice low and raspy, "To refuel."
After hearing it, the employee became even more cautious, immediately trying to shoo her away.
"Who the hell walks to refuel at midnight? Get lost."
As he reached to push her, he was promptly thrown to the ground with a shoulder throw by the girl.
She leisurely kicked him, "I said I’m here to refuel, why don’t you listen."
With that said.
She stepped over him, heading inside.
The man lying on the ground hadn’t recovered when the girl vanished from his sight. Sensing something amiss, he quickly pressed the button on the pump.
The alarm quickly blared.
Upon hearing the sound, Claire Green’s expression remained unchanged, still displaying a languid demeanor, indifferent to whatever might happen next.