The Master's Mask Unveiled Again

Chapter 257: Chapter 256: Two-person PK

Xiao Qimo’s cold indifference was something that others had long since come to learn.

Yun Zhijuan, this leader, had also become numb to it, but privately he always felt that his position as leader was hanging by a thread.

His intuition was always accurate, hmm.

As Yun Zhijuan wrestled with his thoughts, he had already strolled to the main seat and glanced sideways at Xiao Qimo’s computer, “91%, are you fixing the surveillance?”

The other commanders, hearing this, nodded their understanding with a thumbs up.

These folks had been busy for half a day and couldn’t fix what had been compromised, yet one team made such great progress in just a few minutes, which commanded even more respect from them.

“IEG’s solid reassurance indeed, with one team on the job, no problem is too big!”

Xiao Qimo’s gaze didn’t even shift; to him, there was no difference between 1% and 99%, one couldn’t let their guard down until the very last moment. Moreover, the opponent he had encountered this time had some real skill. @@novelbin@@

He seemed to notice Yun Zhijuan staring at him incessantly, his fingers with distinct knuckles tapping on the keyboard as he began to speak indifferently, “I’ll be done soon, you all start the meeting.”

Yun Zhijuan: That phrasing sounds oddly familiar.

However, when the progress bar reached 95%, the situation suddenly changed.

Xiao Qimo’s screen flashed, followed by the page crashing abruptly into strings and strings of chaotically leaping code.

English letters and numbers mixed together in a mess, clearly, a virus had infiltrated.

The man’s expression tightened subtly, his thin lips beneath the mask forming a straight line, and a spark of long-absent emotional turmoil lit up within his deep, ink-dark eyes.

“They’ve changed their player,” he said airily.

The other seven commanders straightened up their expressions, what they originally thought was a trivial matter turned out to be quite thorny…

“One team, do you need our support?”

“No need,” the man’s fingers moved even faster.

Typing code was about speed, strategy, and skill, not about the number of people.

He had previously breached the internal system and encountered many interceptions and trap programs, all of which were no big issue, he had solved them. But at the moment the screen flickered, the other side changed players and implanted a clever virus trap, bringing him to a halt at 95%, unable to move any further.

Interesting.

Apart from the mysterious Number Thirteen, he hadn’t felt the sensation of meeting his match for a long time.

The man’s pupils continuously jumped with numbers and letters; focusing intently, he typed on the keyboard, officially commencing his tug-of-war with the opponent.

This was a silent and invisible battle, like a 1v1 gaming PK match, and the two were locked in confrontation.

Lu Mian in the restroom.

Watching the strong counterattack and still trying to repair surveillance, she let out a light chuckle and then sped up the movement of her pale fingers.

Even though the people in the conference room weren’t personally involved, they could feel the oppressive atmosphere emanating from Xiao Qimo. The spacious room was filled only with the sounds of his increasingly rapid keyboard tapping.

All being experts themselves, they could tell from the sound that the opponent was strong; the outcome of this PK match was unknown.

They secretly clenched their fists in anticipation, eager for the results.

Because they simply couldn’t imagine there being a programming master greater than one team.

However, Yun Zhijuan’s eyes darkened, seemingly having thought of something. He stood with dignity and walked over to Xiao Qimo’s seat, covering his laptop with a slap while no one was paying attention. His fingers pressed down hard on it, holding it firmly in place.

Xiao Qimo withdrew his hands, looking up at him, puzzled.

But soon he returned to calmness; in a split second, it was game over, he could no longer pursue the trail.

“Pretend I don’t exist?” Yun Zhijuan rapped on the computer, his tone less than pleasant, “Everyone, start the meeting!”

Xiao Qimo: …

The crowd: …Did one team just get a scolding??? That’s rare!!!

Perhaps someone wanted to stand up for Xiao Qimo, reminding, “Leader, Demon from team two hasn’t arrived yet!”