You're Out Daddy

Chapter 409

After Miguel watched Kenneth turn and leave, he returned his gaze to his computer and continued

chatting.

Miguel: I can stop tracking you down, but can you compete with me again?

Anonymous: You make it sound as if you'll be able to find out where we are if you want to.

Miguel: At the very least, I can ally with the other hackers against you. I refuse to believe a few of us

won't be a match for you.

Anonymous: I'm not being full of myself, but doing this still won't change anything.

Miguel: I admit you're impressive, but aren't you too arrogant to say that?

Anonymous: Am I?

Miguel: You are!

Anonymous: I'm only giving you a warning out of the kindness of my heart.

Miguel: Just once. Just one time! I just want to know how wide the gap is between our capabilities!

Anonymous: What if I say no?

Miguel: If you refuse, then I'll... I'll get into an alliance with the other hackers to harass you. I'll make

your life a hard one!

Anonymous: Aren't you horrible?

Miguel: So, just once will be fine! Just one!

Anthony mulled over Miguel's pleads before he continued typing on the keyboard.

Anonymous: What if you still lose?

Miguel: What do you want?

Anonymous: If you lose, you'll be my apprentice, and you'll have to address me as your master.

Miguel reluctantly answered: Fine.

Anonymous: You're actually saying yes to that?

Miguel: Yes, so let's start.

There was nothing Anthony could say after that; he could only go along with Miguel.

Otherwise, he would not be able to do anything if Miguel were to continue harassing him.

With that thought in mind, the two of them turned on an application. Their screens soon turned black.

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In the next second, Miguel's expression turned solemn. As various menus popped and disappeared on

the screen, he typed faster and faster. As though the people around him sensed something, they

crowded over to watch him.

Meanwhile, Anthony only lazily stretched his arms and began counterattacking a few seconds after

Miguel started.

Miguel frowned at the start, but soon, his face paled.

“What the heck?”

“Hurry up, Miguel!”

“Be quicker!”

“Be careful! What if it's a trap?”

The people around him blurted out continuous reminders.

“Sh*t!”

With that curse, the match ended.

“The battle ended in thirty-seven seconds...” the person beside Miguel mumbled before turning to him.

“Who is this? They're unbelievable!”

“And they didn't even do anything for the first few seconds!” another cried out.

Miguel's expression was dark as he typed: Another round. Someone interrupted me in the previous

round.

Anthony took a while before responding: Okay.

Hence, another round of the match started. Miguel turned to the other people around him and stage-

whispered, “Be quieter!”

The crowd immediately made a mouth-zipping gesture.

Miguel then put on his earphones and returned his focus to the screen.

He soon entered the page again.

Miguel was already swift, for he attacked before the other person could make a move. At the start, it

seemed as though he had control of the situation. However, the moment Anonymous began

counterattacking, Miguel began faltering until he was completely defeated.

Staring at his computer screen, Miguel froze.

The others around him had no idea what to say to console him.

After all, Miguel was the highest-ranking and most capable person around. Even he could not hold up

against the other party, let alone the others.

One patted his shoulder in consolation. “Major differences in results might come from a slight difference

in skills for people like us. Perhaps you're only a little less skillful than the other person.”

His consolation did not help the situation at all. On the contrary, Miguel even became gloomier.

Seeing him keeping mum, the crowd around him exchanged a few more words before dispersing.

As for Miguel, he continued to stare at the computer somberly.

A moment later, Anonymous messaged: Are we done?

Miguel: Another one!

Anonymous: What?

Miguel: You distracted me!

Anonymous: Me?

Miguel: You weren't doing anything at the start, and although it's as if you were trying to let me have a

head start, you were actually messing with my mind and making me focus on you instead. So, we're

going to do this one more time! Don't show me any mercy!

Anonymous reluctantly replied: Fine.

Once again, they started another match.

A few seconds later, the same results returned.

By then, Miguel had nearly run out of patience.

Miguel: How is this possible?

Anonymous: Do you want to know why?

Miguel: Of course!

Anonymous: What did you promise at the start?

Miguel was a man who knew when to relent and when to persist, so he replied: Master!

Anonymous: That's right.

Miguel: Can you tell me now?

Anonymous: How do I put this? Well, this is related to a person's gift.

Miguel dropped his jaw and typed: Isn't this just nonsense?

Anonymous: I'm not done talking. Why are you hastily cutting me off?

Miguel: Do continue.

Anonymous: You're good at attacking, and that's a good thing. However, if your mind is preoccupied

with just attacking, you're letting your opponent have the opportunity to observe you. Your weak points

will all be exposed, and they'll take the chance to defeat you.

Miguel saw sense in that.

Miguel: So you mean to say...

Anonymous: Set up some traps with your swift attacks so that your enemy won't know what you're

trying to do. If they try to study you, they'll end up falling into your traps. When that happens, you'll have

more time to counterattack.

Miguel gasped in revelation.

A moment of contemplation later, he replied: I understand now!

Yet, right as he said that, he realized something was amiss about the situation. Hence, he queried:

Aren't you afraid I'd be stronger after knowing about this?

Anonymous: You're my apprentice, so I'll obviously be happy about you improving.

Miguel could only press his lips together.

He knew Anonymous was taking advantage of him, but he did not care about that at all.

After all, as long as he could learn something, it was fine.

Furthermore, it was not as if he could sense the other person's malicious intent and mockery. Instead,

there was something else he sensed but could not describe.

Miguel: Let's do this one more time!

Anonymous: I don't have more time to play with you anymore. We'll do it next time.

Miguel: But...

Anonymous: Remember not to repay a favor with a misdeed, so don't look into this anymore.

Miguel: Don't worry. I won't.

Anonymous: That's about right.

With that said, and without giving Miguel any chance to say anything else, Anthony left.

Miguel narrowed his eyes, still staring at the screen. A beat later, he whipped his head to the people

around him and uttered, “Come. Compete against me one more time.”

The crowd shared a look with each other. They all thought he was trying to find his confidence back, so

they agreed to compete against him.

Twenty-five seconds later, the competition ended.