Chapter: 642
Shortly after, all the images on his computer vanished, leaving a blank screen. Half a minute later, everything returned to normal.
Just as T was starting to relax, another message popped up on his desktop.
“You have three days," Moon replied.
T couldn't help cursing, “Damn it! You can't just hack into other people's computers like that. It's unethical."
He had completely forgotten his own history of hacking into others' computers to steal information.
Frustrated, he flipped off the computer screen and muttered, "Just wait till I get better at this, then we'll see who's torturing whom."
He didn't believe that Moon's skills were unbeatable.
It appeared that the Wilson family had deep connections to be able to employ someone like Moon.
Luckily, it seemed Moon was open to negotiating. Otherwise, things could have gone south for the Sacredice tonight.
“Sir, Moon also patched up two security flaws for us," reported a subordinate over the phone.
T logged into the website to verify and saw that Moon had indeed identified and fixed two critical vulnerabilities.
What a peculiar person!
Moon attacked them but then turned around and fixed their security issues.
Glancing at his watch, T noted it was midnight at C's location, so he decided to report this in the morning.
He recalled how often the Wilson family had posted commission requests over the past three years, but since C had instructed them not to engage, they had stayed clear. There was also a system block on their website preventing any transactions.
Moon was evidently a top-tier hacker hired by the client.
They were at a loss on how to counter Moon's assaults unless they focused all their efforts on defense. Any lapse could lead to their website crashing.
He certainly didn't want to go through that ordeal again.
The following day.
Sean's internal clock never failed him. He woke up at 6:30 AM.
Last night, he received a message from T.
It was about Moon asking about the Wilson family.
His eyes turned dark. Was Moon, the global hacker, asking just because of a commission request? Or did she have some connection to the Wilson family? Sean pondered quietly.
He gripped the phone tightly, pondering how to respond to her.