The God of Hackers?
Jiang Che was momentarily stunned. What kind of title was that?
But he quickly figured it out. As everyone knew, every Dragon King inevitably had a hacker sidekick. Previously, Su Han, the Wolf King, had Monkey as his subordinate, and now this guy Tiaozao was Xiao Chen’s hacker lackey.
Moreover, Tiaozao’s hacking skills were even more formidable than Monkey’s!
Jiang Che had directly hacked into Tiaozao’s computer using his system, which naturally terrified the latter. After all, Tiaozao was the world’s second-ranked hacker—only the legendary God of Hackers was stronger than him.
“So… I’ve become the God of Hackers?” Jiang Che chuckled.
He had originally been thinking about how to recruit Tiaozao, even naming himself ‘Sugar Daddy’ to bribe him with money.
But now… it seemed he could get a loyal subordinate for free!
“That’s right. I am indeed the God of Hackers. With your amateurish skills… you actually tried to investigate me?”
Jiang Che admitted it outright.
On the other side of the screen,
A young man with a wild afro, sitting in a gaming chair, nearly jumped out of his seat in excitement.
“Holy crap, holy crap! It’s really the God of Hackers?! I knew it… No one could’ve silently hacked into my computer like that. But if it’s the God of Hackers, then it makes sense! This guy isn’t human—he’s a god!”
Tiaozao’s eyes burned with fervor. As a top-tier hacker, he never lacked money. The only person he’d willingly submit to was the God of Hackers. His relationship with Xiao Chen was purely transactional.
“M-Master… Could you take me as your disciple? My hacking skills are pretty decent…”
“Oh? Weren’t you Xiao Chen’s lackey? Why switch sides now?”
“Xiao Chen? Sure, he’s got status, but he’s not worthy of being my boss. Our relationship is just business. But you… you’re the one I truly admire!”
Tiaozao betrayed Xiao Chen in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Che’s smile deepened.
“Fine. There’s an old saying in Dragon Country: ‘A wise man submits to circumstances.’ If I’m in a good mood… I might teach you a trick or two.”
Jiang Che wasn’t just blowing smoke. With the ‘Book of Mathematics and Logic,’ he could easily dig up some top-tier hacking techniques if he wanted.
Tiaozao’s breathing instantly grew ragged, his eyes shining with excitement.
“Really?! Young Master Jiang Che… I—I’m so thrilled! You’re serious?”
“Absolutely.”
Tiaozao was ecstatic. He’d never imagined that one day… he’d become the disciple of the God of Hackers!
Though he’d never met the legend, he’d faced him in cyberspace before. The God of Hackers was an invincible deity online—if Tiaozao was halfway up the mountain, the God had long since reached the summit.
“Tiaozao, you’ve probably already dug up everything I’ve been up to lately. As for Xiao Chen… that’s your call.”
Tiaozao grinned instantly. “Got it, got it. Xiao Chen will never find out about you and ‘sister-in-law.’”
The sister-in-law remained the same, but the big brother was no longer the same.
After hanging up, Jiang Che pursed his lips slightly.
“Hey, hey! Keep drinking! Who were you talking to? Come on, bottoms up… You lost the drinking game—your turn!”
Across from him, Ji Ningxue had long shed her ladylike demeanor. One foot was propped on the chair, a wine glass in hand, her cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over—completely wasted.
Her jacket was gone, leaving only a thin white tank top that revealed her toned abs and navel. And those terrifyingly eye-catching “slimes” were impossible to ignore.
Jiang Che sighed, then adjusted his phone’s angle to keep recording Ji Ningxue’s drunken antics.
Yep, ever since she got drunk… he’d been secretly filming her.
“Ningning-jie, you’re drunk,” Jiang Che remarked, glancing at her. With alcohol tolerance like this, she’d be prime pickings for predators.
“I’m not drunk! You’re the drunk one!”
Ji Ningxue puffed her cheeks and glared at him. “More wine… keep going!”
Jiang Che could tell she was at her limit.
He stood and walked over to her.
“Huh? Little bro, why are there three of you now?” Ji Ningxue tilted her head, slurring her words before collapsing into his arms.
“Well, at least she’s not puking while acting crazy.”
But the next second, Ji Ningxue’s head lolled to the side.
“Blegh—”
Jiang Che: “……”
No matter how beautiful a woman was, vomiting instantly killed all appeal.
Surveying the mess, Jiang Che frowned. Thankfully, this was a hotel—not his home. They could just switch rooms.
Still, during the drinking session, he’d already taken every advantage possible. Total win!
...
“Tiaozao, didn’t I tell you to bail me out? What the hell are you doing?”
Xiao Chen called Tiaozao again, unaware that his hacker had already defected.
“Dragon King, it’s just not possible. Your identity’s too sensitive. Forget being the Dragon King War God—you’re also the leader of ‘Temple of Asura,’ the world’s sixth-ranked assassin organization, and the King of Assassins. If any of that gets exposed…”
Xiao Chen panicked. “Then what about Ningning… Who did she get in the car with?”
“Don’t worry, Dragon King. Sister-in-law is perfectly safe—just out for a small business meeting. Don’t you trust me? I’m the world’s second-best hacker!”
Xiao Chen finally relaxed.
“Tiaozao, with you on my side, I’m at ease.”
On the other end, Tiaozao felt a pang of guilt. By now… sister-in-law had probably been thoroughly claimed by Young Master Jiang Che, inside and out.
No matter what, this massive green hat was now permanently glued to the Dragon King’s head.
Tiaozao silently apologized in his heart. But hey, Jiang Che’s offer was just too good.
...
The next morning,
Ji Ningxue yawned as she slowly woke up.
“Ugh… my head hurts.”
She frowned, her memories of last night completely blacked out. All she remembered was drinking nonstop, one glass after another.
“Wait… my clothes?”
She frantically lifted the covers, her face paling instantly.
She was… naked?!
Who undressed her?
Did she and Jiang Che… last night?
A storm of indescribable emotions surged within her—panic, but also a faint, hidden thrill.
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