You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth)

Chapter 1040 The Bragging Of The Powerful

There was a long silence on Miguel's end.

Anthony stared at the chat interface for a long time. Seeing that Miguel hadn't replied, his patience ran thin, so he picked up his phone and walked toward outside.

Shortly after, he arrived at the hidden room.

When he entered, Miguel was busy at the computer.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that Miguel was investigating that account. Anthony stared at his interface until Miguel paused and opened their chat box. Only then did Anthony ask, “What are you looking into?”

Anthony's sudden voice startled Miguel. He turned around and stammered, “Master, w-when did you arrive?”

“A while,” Anthony answered, his eyes glued to the computer screen. He then pointed at something and asked, “What does this mean?”

Miguel explained, “Here's the thing. I was playing a game with a friend before, and at that time, we had to complete a certain task, which required inviting a few people to join. My friend had registered an account. The numbers at the front were all the same. Only a few at the end were different.”

“So?”

“This is an international website. Identification information isn't necessary, nor is anything else required. You can register directly through this URL.” Miguel immediately found the webpage as he spoke and showed it to Anthony.

Upon seeing it, Anthony's brows furrowed. “So, you're saying we can't find anything using this account?”

Miguel nodded. “You can say that unless you hack into the website. From the backend, you might be able to find the original address that the person registered it with. However, with tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of registrations every day, it's not going to be easy to find.”

Instantly, comprehension dawned upon Anthony.

However, he also knew that it wasn't impossible.

His gaze shifted slightly before dropping to look at Miguel. His small face looked calm. “You've been calling me master for so long, yet I haven't taught you anything. Would you like to learn something now?”

Miguel stared up at him. “Learn what?”

Anthony gestured for him to look at the computer. Miguel turned around, faced the computer, and prepared himself.

And so, Anthony began to teach verbally.

Whatever he instructed, Miguel followed.

As he listened, Miguel suddenly understood. He turned to look at Anthony. “Master, are you planning to hack into their system?”

“Yep,” Anthony responded impassively.

“But—”

“Do you want to learn or not?” Anthony asked, clearly exasperated.

“Yes!” Miguel gritted his teeth.

Thus, Anthony continued giving instructions while Miguel kept working.

Hacking into a system wasn't particularly difficult for them. The real challenge lay in the fact that their opponents were also skilled in setting up rapid response measures in case of an intrusion from hackers. It wouldn't be easy for Anthony and Miguel if they wanted to get away without leaving a trace.

In the era of technological advancement, no one's strength should be underestimated since one wouldn't know when they might make a mistake.

Yet, Miguel was a risk-taker. Although cautious, he had nothing to fear with a big shot like Anthony backing him up at that moment.

Gradually, his eyes sparkled with excitement as his fingers moved under Anthony's command.

After all, the maneuvering and ideas coming out of Anthony's mouth were something Miguel hadn't thought about before. He found them quite novel and truly believed that Anthony was indeed extraordinary.

They were about to breach the last line of defense while the other party remained oblivious.

“Master, there's only one last defense left. Should we continue?” Miguel asked.

“Would you suddenly decide to go home and sleep when you're about to reach the summit?” Anthony retorted.

Miguel's heart hardened with determination. “The worst-case scenario is causing some trouble for Dave. Carry on, it is!”

Anthony chuckled lightly at his consolation, then continued teaching.

Within three minutes, the final line of defense was breached. Yet, the situation remained calm and peaceful.

He had already devised several strategies in his mind, whether to bluff or confront the opponent head-on, ways to delay them without getting caught or discovered, and so on.

However, looking at the hundreds of databases in front of him, Miguel was shocked. He looked over his shoulder at the person behind him and asked, “Master, has none of them noticed us?”

Anthony looked at him. “Surprised?”

“Shouldn't I be?” Miguel asked.

Anthony replied, “Perhaps I've become accustomed to it because I don't feel the same way.”

Miguel didn't know what to say to that.

Is this what you call a show-off from the powerful?

Turning back around, he looked at the computer and asked, “So what should we do next, Master?” Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Anthony looked at him, pondered for a moment, and asked, “Mr. Dave didn't assign you any tasks these few days, right?”

Momentarily taken aback by his question, Miguel shook his head. “I've been a bit busy the last few days and just started to relax recently.”

Anthony nodded thoughtfully, then patted him on the shoulder. “Thank you for your help.”

“No prob— Huh?” He swiveled his head to look at Anthony. “Wait, no. What do you mean by that?”

“It's likely that there won't be enough time to go through all the data in this database, so I have no choice but to leave them to you.”

“Me?”

“A master shouldn't teach for free, and skills shouldn't be learned for nothing, right?” Anthony retorted.

“But this thing has at least a few thousand pages if not tens of thousands.”

Anthony glanced at the time. “You could search it in reverse. I'll send you the time, so you should be able to find it faster based on that.”

Miguel looked at him. “Master, isn't there a shortcut to find it faster?”

“Use your head a bit more.” Anthony patted him on the shoulder, then added, “I've given you the time, so remember to let me know once you've found it.”

As he turned to leave, Miguel asked, “Where are you going?”

“Help Mommy pack up her things.”

Speaking of which, Miguel suddenly remembered that Anthony would be leaving soon and lamented, “Master, you'll be leaving soon, but I haven't properly said goodbye to you yet.”

However, Anthony simply waved at him dismissively and walked away without looking back.

Watching his retreating figure, Miguel felt a mix of feelings that he couldn't describe.

During their time together, he held both respect and affection for Anthony. On one hand, it was because Anthony was incredibly skilled, which filled him with genuine admiration. On the other hand, Anthony was so young that Miguel always felt like he was serving a scion.

I'm reluctant now that he's leaving, but why does it feel like I'm the only person feeling like this? Anthony doesn't seem to care at all.

After some thought, Miguel sighed helplessly. The strong are always emotionally detached, aren't they?

That argument sounded the most persuasive to him.

With those thoughts in mind, he turned his attention back to the pile of databases. Then, he glanced at the people idling on the side, frowning at the sight.

“You, and you, come over here.”

“Huh?”

“I'm sending you some information, so help me look through them.”

No one dared to refuse him.