Chapter 166: Finishing Blows Pt.1
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"Ying Yue...."
He dragged on her name while looking at the screen with urgency. Technically speaking, he could pull his hands out of her hold and go back to the keyboard but that was his last resort. The ice bag she had wrapped around his hands was tight and jagged, so if he were to force it there would be a lot of pain for himself. It would also offend Ying Yue if he did so, then there would be two negative consequences from forcing it.
He could tell that she was wavering as the pressure on his hand had lessened slightly. However, when she would completely agree was under a time stressor. Looking back and forth, he felt a neck cramp from moving that way.
"Ying Yue....come on. I'll ice my hand properly after let me just finish this. I won't drag it on for much longer."
She glared at him as the words coming out of his mouth increased. "Why don't I do it? I can still feel that your hands are swollen."
"They are probably more swollen from you squeezing them than...." His sentence got cut off when her glare became more intense. "Alright they came from my typing we can agree but you definitely cannot do this right now. Its too time s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e and personally, I want to get my anger out. So you can't stop me from defending you, that's my right."
There was a long pause where Ying Yue looked down at his hands again. She slowly removed the ice bag from his hands and looked at them again to confirm they were okay. The hands were slightly red but other than that, they were fine. Its just that now that he has paused typing it was more s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e.
Taking his hands back, he pressed down on certain acupuncture points and tried to prepare his hands again. Thankfully, Zhuang Wei was not going too fast and seemed a little hesitant on his next steps. Based on the keystrokes, he felt like he was attacking the black screen part of his computer again. It was the most logical answer since it was the biggest problem in front of him.
Once he took down that, he could do other things and try to attack him again. Not to say he can't attack him right now but he was more embedded into the computer than the other. Zhuang Wei also did not know who he was and his danger level. From his side, he could be an enemy with a twisted personality or someone who truly hated him and was going to destroy the computer completely. Of course, he knew his revenge did not go farther than some mental torture, all these facts were unknown to him.
He also had no intention of telling him his identity either. By the end, it would be obvious the attack was to protect Ying Yue and it was someone from her side. However, he still doubted Ying Yue and her background. Adding him into the mix would confuse him further.
Questions such as - "Is she the hacker?"
Or
"Does she have a team behind her? Where did she get this hacker? How did they track onto me so quickly? What were they here for?"
The questions were endless and he liked that mystery, for someone like Zhuang Wei who he believed needed control and information to stay calm. The unknowns would drive him crazy and Xi Long was no source for him to find out more either. Both of them knew the smallest crumb of information about her, that lack of knowledge was processed by both of them differently.
When he stated he would get revenge, it did not end with just the computer. He entered this battle and spent some time observing the other's typing patterns. What they decided to do or were capable of doing were all noted down by him. He still did not know much about the other but he could tell that control was part of his personality. It was just a core personality trait that you could not hide easily, especially under such stress.
That theory of his was only furthered when he heard him slam something into the floor and then try again. Someone who was just mad, would have continued on to say curse words or do more things in an outburst of anger. He just threw one thing and then tried to control his anger quickly. Within five minutes, he regained the energy to tackle the computer again as it sat in front of him in a taunting manner. He knew what he was getting into, but his keystrokes were still the same controlled and precise.
Feeling like enough time was given and that his hands were okay to go, he began typing again at a slightly slower pace. He didn't kick out Zhuang Wei but began typing out his taunts again to begin with.
"T...R....Y...I...N...G...A....G...A....I...N....H...U....H.....W....E....L....O....V....E.....T....O...S...E...E.....S.....O...M...E...O....N...E...W...H...O.....K....E....E...P....S...T...E..S....T..I...N...G.....T....H....E...I...R.....O...D....D..S.....B..U...T....U...H...A...V...E....T...O....H...A...V...E.....T...H...E.....S...K...I...L....L...S.....T....O....S...U...P....P....O...R....T....T....H...A...T......I...T...S...E..M..B....A...R....A..S....S...I...N...G....T...O....W.....A.....T...C....H...."
When he had finished inputting that, he could hear a couple of curse words come from the other side. The sound of which made him feel a lot better and put a smile on his face.
"F*ck, who is this. Complete psycho, toying with me so early in the morning. You can't get a rise out of me you a*shole."
Hearing that statement his eyebrow rose in amus.e.m.e.nt. Zhuang Wei was saying that he would not be able to get a rise out of him but that's exactly what was happening. A 'rise' did not need to be an extreme or large outburst of anger. Seeing someone get heated or even reacting in a negative manner was sufficient. So hearing Zhuang Wei grumble to himself was still a rise he was expecting. They typed more codes before continuing on with their grumbling.
"Let me find you, I will not forget to settle this revenge. I don't understand what I did to get such a sick person this early in the morning. The taunts feel so elementary too, not like they could insult anything else. Maybe they don't know me?"
With that question, he decided to input his next sentence as a subtle response.
"Z....W.....Y.....O....U...R...E..A....L...L...Y....D...O...N...T...G...I...V...E.....U.....P...."
"ZW.... those are my initials. F*ck so they do know me, then this was an intentional attack knowing I was the person behind the screen. Not sure if this was for Valentina or it was simply what they saw first when attacking me. It was definitely pre-planned but which a*s has the guts to go against me. I dare them to say this to my face, talking shit behind the screen like its something."
'Aren't you talking shit behind the screen too....' He almost wanted to laugh at the stupid commentary being transmitted through the computer. Everything he spoke was also going back to himself since he exhibited the same behaviour. Adding the sound infiltration was truly the cherry on top of the cake, it added a whole other element to his attacks. It made the situation more 'funny' for lack of better words.
"S....O....W...H....E...N...A...R....E.....Y....O...U...G...O....I....N...G...T....O.....C....R...A...C....K....T....H....I...S...I...M...G..E...T....T...I...N...G....T....I....R...E....D...O...F...W..A....I...T...I...N....G........I...R...E...A.....L....L...Y....E....X.....P....E....C...T....E..D...B...E...T....T...E...R...F...R....O....M...U........ZW...."
These weren't even empty comments, he truly did expect more from him initially. It was only met with disappointment and anger after knowing that he did big things with no skills to back it up. For him, it didn't matter how good the other was but to mark his best friend....they had better be more skilled than him. Glancing at the lone clock they had, almost thirty minutes had passed since he had first broke into the computer.
He wanted to cap this interaction soon and gave himself another ten minutes to finish it up entirely. Even if he wanted to go longer, the glare behind his head was a reminder that he shouldn't. Once the last sentence had sent he paused to see if there would be commentary on this as well, and as expected it came immediately.
"You're getting tired?! F*cking d*ck what do you mean. Let me in then, who told you to do all this then come w.h.i.n.e about how long its taking me. Leave then, f*cking sadistic a*shole. I want one good look at who this is, I'm not going to forget this."
"D....O...N...T....F....O...R...G...E..T...T...H...I..S.....I....W....O...N...T...F...O...R...G..E....T....T...H..I...S...E...I..T...H...E...R...."
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"Ying Yue...."
He dragged on her name while looking at the screen with urgency. Technically speaking, he could pull his hands out of her hold and go back to the keyboard but that was his last resort. The ice bag she had wrapped around his hands was tight and jagged, so if he were to force it there would be a lot of pain for himself. It would also offend Ying Yue if he did so, then there would be two negative consequences from forcing it.
He could tell that she was wavering as the pressure on his hand had lessened slightly. However, when she would completely agree was under a time stressor. Looking back and forth, he felt a neck cramp from moving that way.
"Ying Yue....come on. I'll ice my hand properly after let me just finish this. I won't drag it on for much longer."
She glared at him as the words coming out of his mouth increased. "Why don't I do it? I can still feel that your hands are swollen."
"They are probably more swollen from you squeezing them than...." His sentence got cut off when her glare became more intense. "Alright they came from my typing we can agree but you definitely cannot do this right now. Its too time s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e and personally, I want to get my anger out. So you can't stop me from defending you, that's my right."
There was a long pause where Ying Yue looked down at his hands again. She slowly removed the ice bag from his hands and looked at them again to confirm they were okay. The hands were slightly red but other than that, they were fine. Its just that now that he has paused typing it was more s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e.
Taking his hands back, he pressed down on certain acupuncture points and tried to prepare his hands again. Thankfully, Zhuang Wei was not going too fast and seemed a little hesitant on his next steps. Based on the keystrokes, he felt like he was attacking the black screen part of his computer again. It was the most logical answer since it was the biggest problem in front of him.
Once he took down that, he could do other things and try to attack him again. Not to say he can't attack him right now but he was more embedded into the computer than the other. Zhuang Wei also did not know who he was and his danger level. From his side, he could be an enemy with a twisted personality or someone who truly hated him and was going to destroy the computer completely. Of course, he knew his revenge did not go farther than some mental torture, all these facts were unknown to him.
He also had no intention of telling him his identity either. By the end, it would be obvious the attack was to protect Ying Yue and it was someone from her side. However, he still doubted Ying Yue and her background. Adding him into the mix would confuse him further.
Questions such as - "Is she the hacker?"
Or
"Does she have a team behind her? Where did she get this hacker? How did they track onto me so quickly? What were they here for?"
The questions were endless and he liked that mystery, for someone like Zhuang Wei who he believed needed control and information to stay calm. The unknowns would drive him crazy and Xi Long was no source for him to find out more either. Both of them knew the smallest crumb of information about her, that lack of knowledge was processed by both of them differently.
When he stated he would get revenge, it did not end with just the computer. He entered this battle and spent some time observing the other's typing patterns. What they decided to do or were capable of doing were all noted down by him. He still did not know much about the other but he could tell that control was part of his personality. It was just a core personality trait that you could not hide easily, especially under such stress.
That theory of his was only furthered when he heard him slam something into the floor and then try again. Someone who was just mad, would have continued on to say curse words or do more things in an outburst of anger. He just threw one thing and then tried to control his anger quickly. Within five minutes, he regained the energy to tackle the computer again as it sat in front of him in a taunting manner. He knew what he was getting into, but his keystrokes were still the same controlled and precise.
Feeling like enough time was given and that his hands were okay to go, he began typing again at a slightly slower pace. He didn't kick out Zhuang Wei but began typing out his taunts again to begin with.
"T...R....Y...I...N...G...A....G...A....I...N....H...U....H.....W....E....L....O....V....E.....T....O...S...E...E.....S.....O...M...E...O....N...E...W...H...O.....K....E....E...P....S...T...E..S....T..I...N...G.....T....H....E...I...R.....O...D....D..S.....B..U...T....U...H...A...V...E....T...O....H...A...V...E.....T...H...E.....S...K...I...L....L...S.....T....O....S...U...P....P....O...R....T....T....H...A...T......I...T...S...E..M..B....A...R....A..S....S...I...N...G....T...O....W.....A.....T...C....H...."
When he had finished inputting that, he could hear a couple of curse words come from the other side. The sound of which made him feel a lot better and put a smile on his face.
"F*ck, who is this. Complete psycho, toying with me so early in the morning. You can't get a rise out of me you a*shole."
Hearing that statement his eyebrow rose in amus.e.m.e.nt. Zhuang Wei was saying that he would not be able to get a rise out of him but that's exactly what was happening. A 'rise' did not need to be an extreme or large outburst of anger. Seeing someone get heated or even reacting in a negative manner was sufficient. So hearing Zhuang Wei grumble to himself was still a rise he was expecting. They typed more codes before continuing on with their grumbling.
"Let me find you, I will not forget to settle this revenge. I don't understand what I did to get such a sick person this early in the morning. The taunts feel so elementary too, not like they could insult anything else. Maybe they don't know me?"
With that question, he decided to input his next sentence as a subtle response.
"Z....W.....Y.....O....U...R...E..A....L...L...Y....D...O...N...T...G...I...V...E.....U.....P...."
"ZW.... those are my initials. F*ck so they do know me, then this was an intentional attack knowing I was the person behind the screen. Not sure if this was for Valentina or it was simply what they saw first when attacking me. It was definitely pre-planned but which a*s has the guts to go against me. I dare them to say this to my face, talking shit behind the screen like its something."
'Aren't you talking shit behind the screen too....' He almost wanted to laugh at the stupid commentary being transmitted through the computer. Everything he spoke was also going back to himself since he exhibited the same behaviour. Adding the sound infiltration was truly the cherry on top of the cake, it added a whole other element to his attacks. It made the situation more 'funny' for lack of better words.
"S....O....W...H....E...N...A...R....E.....Y....O...U...G...O....I....N...G...T....O.....C....R...A...C....K....T....H....I...S...I...M...G..E...T....T...I...N...G....T....I....R...E....D...O...F...W..A....I...T...I...N....G........I...R...E...A.....L....L...Y....E....X.....P....E....C...T....E..D...B...E...T....T...E...R...F...R....O....M...U........ZW...."
These weren't even empty comments, he truly did expect more from him initially. It was only met with disappointment and anger after knowing that he did big things with no skills to back it up. For him, it didn't matter how good the other was but to mark his best friend....they had better be more skilled than him. Glancing at the lone clock they had, almost thirty minutes had passed since he had first broke into the computer.
He wanted to cap this interaction soon and gave himself another ten minutes to finish it up entirely. Even if he wanted to go longer, the glare behind his head was a reminder that he shouldn't. Once the last sentence had sent he paused to see if there would be commentary on this as well, and as expected it came immediately.
"You're getting tired?! F*cking d*ck what do you mean. Let me in then, who told you to do all this then come w.h.i.n.e about how long its taking me. Leave then, f*cking sadistic a*shole. I want one good look at who this is, I'm not going to forget this."
"D....O...N...T....F....O...R...G...E..T...T...H...I..S.....I....W....O...N...T...F...O...R...G..E....T....T...H..I...S...E...I..T...H...E...R...."
"Ying Yue...." He dragged on her name while looking at the screen with urgency. Technically speaking, he could pull his hands out of her hold and go back to the keyboard but that was his last resort. The ice bag she had wrapped around his hands was tight and jagged, so if he were to force it there would be a lot of pain for himself. It would also offend Ying Yue if he did so, then there would be two negative consequences from forcing it. He could tell that she was wavering as the pressure on his hand had lessened slightly. However, when she would completely agree was under a time stressor. Looking back and forth, he felt a neck cramp from moving that way. "Ying Yue....come on. I'll ice my hand properly after let me just finish this. I won't drag it on for much longer." She glared at him as the words coming out of his mouth increased. "Why don't I do it? I can still feel that your hands are swollen." "They are probably more swollen from you squeezing them than...." His sentence got cut off when her glare became more intense. "Alright they came from my typing we can agree but you definitely cannot do this right now. Its too time s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e and personally, I want to get my anger out. So you can't stop me from defending you, that's my right." There was a long pause where Ying Yue looked down at his hands again. She slowly removed the ice bag from his hands and looked at them again to confirm they were okay. The hands were slightly red but other than that, they were fine. Its just that now that he has paused typing it was more s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e. Taking his hands back, he pressed down on certain acupuncture points and tried to prepare his hands again. Thankfully, Zhuang Wei was not going too fast and seemed a little hesitant on his next steps. Based on the keystrokes, he felt like he was attacking the black screen part of his computer again. It was the most logical answer since it was the biggest problem in front of him. Once he took down that, he could do other things and try to attack him again. Not to say he can't attack him right now but he was more embedded into the computer than the other. Zhuang Wei also did not know who he was and his danger level. From his side, he could be an enemy with a twisted personality or someone who truly hated him and was going to destroy the computer completely. Of course, he knew his revenge did not go farther than some mental torture, all these facts were unknown to him. He also had no intention of telling him his identity either. By the end, it would be obvious the attack was to protect Ying Yue and it was someone from her side. However, he still doubted Ying Yue and her background. Adding him into the mix would confuse him further. Questions such as - "Is she the hacker?" Or "Does she have a team behind her? Where did she get this hacker? How did they track onto me so quickly? What were they here for?" The questions were endless and he liked that mystery, for someone like Zhuang Wei who he believed needed control and information to stay calm. The unknowns would drive him crazy and Xi Long was no source for him to find out more either. Both of them knew the smallest crumb of information about her, that lack of knowledge was processed by both of them differently. When he stated he would get revenge, it did not end with just the computer. He entered this battle and spent some time observing the other's typing patterns. What they decided to do or were capable of doing were all noted down by him. He still did not know much about the other but he could tell that control was part of his personality. It was just a core personality trait that you could not hide easily, especially under such stress. That theory of his was only furthered when he heard him slam something into the floor and then try again. Someone who was just mad, would have continued on to say curse words or do more things in an outburst of anger. He just threw one thing and then tried to control his anger quickly. Within five minutes, he regained the energy to tackle the computer again as it sat in front of him in a taunting manner. He knew what he was getting into, but his keystrokes were still the same controlled and precise. Feeling like enough time was given and that his hands were okay to go, he began typing again at a slightly slower pace. He didn't kick out Zhuang Wei but began typing out his taunts again to begin with. "T...R....Y...I...N...G...A....G...A....I...N....H...U....H.....W....E....L....O....V....E.....T....O...S...E...E.....S.....O...M...E...O....N...E...W...H...O.....K....E....E...P....S...T...E..S....T..I...N...G.....T....H....E...I...R.....O...D....D..S.....B..U...T....U...H...A...V...E....T...O....H...A...V...E.....T...H...E.....S...K...I...L....L...S.....T....O....S...U...P....P....O...R....T....T....H...A...T......I...T...S...E..M..B....A...R....A..S....S...I...N...G....T...O....W.....A.....T...C....H...." When he had finished inputting that, he could hear a couple of curse words come from the other side. The sound of which made him feel a lot better and put a smile on his face. "F*ck, who is this. Complete psycho, toying with me so early in the morning. You can't get a rise out of me you a*shole." Hearing that statement his eyebrow rose in amus.e.m.e.nt. Zhuang Wei was saying that he would not be able to get a rise out of him but that's exactly what was happening. A 'rise' did not need to be an extreme or large outburst of anger. Seeing someone get heated or even reacting in a negative manner was sufficient. So hearing Zhuang Wei grumble to himself was still a rise he was expecting. They typed more codes before continuing on with their grumbling. "Let me find you, I will not forget to settle this revenge. I don't understand what I did to get such a sick person this early in the morning. The taunts feel so elementary too, not like they could insult anything else. Maybe they don't know me?" With that question, he decided to input his next sentence as a subtle response. "Z....W.....Y.....O....U...R...E..A....L...L...Y....D...O...N...T...G...I...V...E.....U.....P...." "ZW.... those are my initials. F*ck so they do know me, then this was an intentional attack knowing I was the person behind the screen. Not sure if this was for Valentina or it was simply what they saw first when attacking me. It was definitely pre-planned but which a*s has the guts to go against me. I dare them to say this to my face, talking shit behind the screen like its something." 'Aren't you talking shit behind the screen too....' He almost wanted to laugh at the stupid commentary being transmitted through the computer. Everything he spoke was also going back to himself since he exhibited the same behaviour. Adding the sound infiltration was truly the cherry on top of the cake, it added a whole other element to his attacks. It made the situation more 'funny' for lack of better words. "S....O....W...H....E...N...A...R....E.....Y....O...U...G...O....I....N...G...T....O.....C....R...A...C....K....T....H....I...S...I...M...G..E...T....T...I...N...G....T....I....R...E....D...O...F...W..A....I...T...I...N....G........I...R...E...A.....L....L...Y....E....X.....P....E....C...T....E..D...B...E...T....T...E...R...F...R....O....M...U........ZW...." These weren't even empty comments, he truly did expect more from him initially. It was only met with disappointment and anger after knowing that he did big things with no skills to back it up. For him, it didn't matter how good the other was but to mark his best friend....they had better be more skilled than him. Glancing at the lone clock they had, almost thirty minutes had passed since he had first broke into the computer. He wanted to cap this interaction soon and gave himself another ten minutes to finish it up entirely. Even if he wanted to go longer, the glare behind his head was a reminder that he shouldn't. Once the last sentence had sent he paused to see if there would be commentary on this as well, and as expected it came immediately. "You're getting tired?! F*cking d*ck what do you mean. Let me in then, who told you to do all this then come w.h.i.n.e about how long its taking me. Leave then, f*cking sadistic a*shole. I want one good look at who this is, I'm not going to forget this." "D....O...N...T....F....O...R...G...E..T...T...H...I..S.....I....W....O...N...T...F...O...R...G..E....T....T...H..I...S...E...I..T...H...E...R...."
