"Boss, something's happened!"
In the early hours of the morning, Xia Xu, who had naturally held a celebratory banquet with Zhang San and the others after the lawsuit, was woken from his hungover sleep by his phone ringing repeatedly.
Still groggy, he fumbled for the phone and answered it. Meng Bochao's grave voice startled him, clearing his head considerably in an instant. "What's going on? What happened?"
"Griffin Jones looks like he's about to lash out in desperation. He posted an assassination contract on you on the Deep Web, and someone accepted it immediately."
Meng Bochao's tense voice came through the phone.
Computer "skills" actually depended largely on work accumulated over time. Even the best hackers did not write code on the spot; they used software they had written themselves or that their peers had made public.
Meng Bochao was already a top hacker with four-star talent. With the suite of top-tier support tools Little White Flower had written and collected after making progress in her studies recently, he could probably now be considered pseudo-five-star. All he lacked compared with a true five-star hacker was a little flexibility and adaptability.
Without question, his current capabilities in network offense and defense stood head and shoulders above the competition.
He had already been monitoring Griffin Jones continuously. Now, no trace of anything Griffin did online could escape him.
"Is there any way to cancel it?"
Hearing this, Xia Xu struggled to sit up in bed, propping himself on an elbow and rubbing the space between his brows.
The so-called Deep Web was actually what people often called the Dark Web.
There was a slight conceptual difference, with the former being broader, but in everyday usage they were essentially the same: hidden online content that could not be publicly accessed through search engines