Chapter 949 - The Almighty Fed Her (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

On this day, an Almighty had a cigarette dangling between his lips while he streamed live him playing LOL. He raised his brows abruptly and told his fans, “There’s an emergency, I need to go offline. Let’s set another date.”

It wasn’t just the Almighty having a livestream, there were also a stiff looking bespectacled programmer and the sloppy uncle from the noodle shop amongst others.

They held different positions with vastly different appearances and social standings, the only similarity they had was the symbol which appeared on the computer screens at the same time!

Z!

The black letter was perfectly centred on the screen, the black ends fluttering downwards slowly like a blazing fire which came to life!

Many years ago, when they had become hackers, they agreed and promised to abide by the hacker’s belief because there was something unique about it. When the symbol Z appeared on their computer, they were obliged to act under command.

There weren’t many who had personally seen the symbol appear on their computer and there weren’t many who knew what it would look like.

However, everyone of these hackers knew that when it appeared, they would have to stop concealing their identity and reignite their previous career because that was their Young Master !

The one and only Young Master of the Hacker World!

According to some, there wasn’t a need to explain how the symbol looked like since all of them could identify it with one glance when it had appeared that year.

Because it could awaken their hidden inner self.

The stiff and inflexible looking programmer removed her spectacles, exposing her beautiful face. She lifted her left hand and took off the black rubber band which held her hair in place. The next time she glanced up, she had turned into a mesmerizing beauty.

However, the most alluring part of her were the fingers that flew across the keyboard rapidly.

She wasn’t the only one, the livestreaming Almighty and the noodle shop’s uncle were doing the same thing.

When the noodle shop’s uncle typed away, a high school student carrying his backpack was ordering his meal. “Uncle, I want a bowl of Chong Qing noodles with extra chilli.”

“Coming right up!” he answered instantly as he continued to type at a rapid speed.

There were about ten IP addresses, which seemed like glowing lines congregating in the area Bo Jiu was situated, all of which had gone through a stringent screening process.

Bo Jiu moved her fingers, tapping the keyboard to arrange the information before using a code to enlarge the vicinity they were targeting.

This meant that the hypothetical program this time would be within her surveillance including hidden websites which weren’t accessible to everyone because Bo Jiu led the group of Hackers.

When the livestream Almighty encountered a special firewall he couldn’t break through, he couldn’t help exhaling with a whistle. “Cool!”

But that wasn’t the end. Perhaps none of them were aware of how fast their Young Master’s speed could go.

Amidst the dense formations created, she successfully escaped and entered the crux. It was so cool that all the hackers were in awe, a prickly sensation on their scalp.

This was the insane thrill belonging to them. No one else could understand the thrill they were experiencing.

The high school student who had ordered his noodles had been waiting for them, but after a while, he stood up and tapped the counter. “Uncle, where’s the noodles?”

The Uncle didn’t reply, a smile on his face.

The high school student had never seen this uncle in such a state and was about to probe further. That was when the noodle shop uncle spat the word out lightly, “KO.”

“KO?” The high school student frowned as he wondered internally, You have been gaming all these while I was waiting for my noodles to be made? Isn’t that very irresponsible?

The high school student turned over, waiting to see what game he had been playing, but the noodle shop uncle taped the space bar lightly with his forefinger before glancing up. He was back to his usual sloppy state. “A bowl of Chong Qing noodles with extra chilli, coming right up!”

“You…” The high school student swallowed his words, deciding to just forget it since he could afford to wait for a bowl of Chong Qing noodles.

The high school student wasn’t someone foreign, he was the thorn-head youngster, the Boss from No.2 Middle School.

As this was a noodle shop opened between No.1 Middle School and No.2 Middle School, he would usually be wandering about with his father and hadn’t been paying much attention to the news.

He sat back down and looked up at the tiny screen in the shop. He froze, a buzzing sound ringing at the back of his head.

It was a news report. The suspect who had a feud with the victim had been rid off her allegations and the victim had been concluded to have committed suicide.

What did they mean by a suspect who had a feud with the victim? F*ck, he was well aware of the sort of person she was. She had stolen something and was prepared to buy views in order to frame the original author. Fortunately, there was more to the report.

The victim’s fan support group was searching for witnesses. “If there is someone like her around who steals the glory of someone else, basking in the attention that had been brought by someone else’s talent and maligning the original creator who is in pain, if you know anyone like this, we wish for you to bring forward any sort of evidence. Even though she has already left us, we will still protect her interests and fight the lawsuit for infringement of copyright.”

With that, the thorn-head youngster dashed out of the noodle shop and snatched his underling’s phone.

“Boss, what are you doing?”

“My phone ran out of battery, I need yours to do something.”

The thorn-head youngster wanted to send in evidence, but he was too dumb and couldn’t use the device effectively. He clicked into WeChat and was prepared to expose every single detail to his arch enemy, the boss from No.1 Middle School, Spade Z.

In the Qin family’s house meanwhile, Bo Jiu had locked down the suspicious webpage. It was hidden in the depths of the internet and used an overseas address to register for the site.

However, that didn’t stop Bo Jiu’s infiltration.

Just as Qin Mo had predicted, everyone inside had witnessed a silent murder.

It started from the day the victim’s copyrights had been violated. Her pain and suffering had been captured down as a video.

There were multiple videos, showing her battered state with each wave reality had thrown at her. It seemed like only someone like her could interest a group like them.

They waited for her suicide every single day, but she remained stubborn and persistent. And when the final video of her was sent out, someone suggested to join her in her suicide.

They didn’t see a meaning to life and to the society they lived in.

Bo Jiu narrowed her eyes. “That is her aim. She wanted a large scale massacre, which is the reason behind the Maiden’s Sacrifice.”

She assumed that the Almighty would say something, but the moment she opened her mouth to ask, a dumpling which had been cooled by him was sent to her mouth.

The dumplings were delicious, the skin thin and the fillings heavy. Bo Jiu had swallowed the entire thing whole.

Qin Mo had always taken to matters such as feeding a certain someone personally. Thus he picked up another dumpling and reached forward to blow it lightly.