Pregnant With Ex's Babies novel Chapter 409

Chapter 409 Call me Grandmaster Grandpa.

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Watching Hugo Hodges turn and leave, Chris Baker turned back to his computer, continuing the conversation.

Chris: “I can stop tracking your location, but can we have another challenge?”

Anonymous: “You talk like you could track us if you wanted.”

Chris: “At the very least, I can team up with other hackers and launch an attack. I refuse to believe that a few of us together couldn’t crack it.”

Anonymous: “Not to brag, but even if you did, it wouldn’t change the outcome.”

Chris: “I admit you’re good, but isn’t that a bit arrogant?”

Anonymous: “Arrogant?”

Chris: “Arrogant!”

Anonymous: “I’m just giving you a friendly reminder!”

Chris: “Just once, just one challenge. I want to know how big the gap between us really is!”

Anonymous: “What if I refuse?”

Chris: “If you refuse, then… I’ll team up with other hackers to constantly bother you, make sure you can’t get a moment’s

peace!”

Anonymous: “…Isn’t that a bit mean?”

Chris: “So, just once, that’s all I ask!”

Seeing Chris’s almost pleading tone, First thought for a moment, then began typing on the keyboard again.

Anonymous: “What if you lose?”

Chris: “What do you want?”

Anonymous: “If you lose… call me Grandmaster Grandpa?”

Chris: “…Fine!”

Anonymous: “You agreed to that?”

Chris: “It’s a deal. Let’s start!”

With that settled, First had no choice but to go along with it. If he didn’t, and Chris kept pestering him, he’d never get

anything done.

With this in mind, they both opened a program, and the screen quickly turned dark.

The next moment, Chris’s expression grew serious. As the interface began to change, his fingers moved faster and faster. The people around him seemed to notice something and gathered to watch.

On the other side of the computer, First didn’t move at first. After a few seconds, he lazily reached out and began his

counterattack.

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<Chapter 409 Call me Grandmaster Grandpa.

Chris watched, his brow furrowing deeply before his face turned grim.

“Whoa!”

“Chris, hurry up!”

“Faster!”

“Careful, it might be a trap!”

People around him kept shouting advice.

“Damn!”

With a muttered curse, the match was over.

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“Thirty–seven seconds to finish the fight…” someone muttered, then looked at Chris. “Who the heck is this guy? He’s amazing!”

“And he didn’t even move for the first few seconds!” another person added.

Chris looked frustrated and began typing furiously on the computer. “Doesn’t count. Let’s go again. I was distracted!”

First replied, “Alright then!”

As they prepared for another round, Chris glanced at them. “Keep it down, guys!”

Upon hearing this, everyone around chose to quiet down.

Chris picked up the headphones beside him and put them on.

Soon, the interface loaded again.

Chris’s speed was impressive; he launched an attack even before the opponent moved. Initially, it seemed he had the upper hand, but as soon as the opponent counterattacked, Chris struggled to keep up, losing ground rapidly until he was completely defeated.

Staring at the computer, Chris was stunned.

The people around watched, unsure of how to comfort him.

After all, Chris was the highest–ranked and most skilled among them. If even he couldn’t handle it, they certainly couldn’t either.

Someone patted him on the shoulder, trying to comfort him. “In our line of work, a tiny difference can lead to a huge gap. Sometimes, the difference isn’t as big as it seems; it might just be a little bit.”

But this kind of comfort did nothing for Chris. Instead, it left him feeling inexplicably frustrated. Seeing that he remained silent, the people around him said a few more words before dispersing.

Chris stared at the computer, his usually sunny face clouded with gloom.

Moments later, a message from an anonymous sender popped up: “Ready?” Chris: “Let’s go again!”

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Anonymous: “???”

Chris: “You distracted me!”

Anonymous: “Me???”

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Chris: “At the start, you stayed still. It looked like you were giving me a chance, but it messed with my head, making me focus on you. So, let’s do it again, and don’t hold back!”

Anonymous: “…Alright!”

The interface reset once more.

But just a few seconds in, the same result occurred.

Chris was losing his patience!

Chris: “How is this happening?”

Anonymous: “Want to know?”

Chris: “Yeah!”

Anonymous: “What did you say before we started?”

Chris Baker was flexible and adaptable. “Master!”

Anonymous: “Yes?”

Chris: “Can you tell me now?”

Anonymous: “Well, you see, these things are somewhat related to talent!”

Chris: “…How is that different from saying nothing?”

Anonymous: “I wasn’t finished, why the rush?”

Chris: “Go on.”

Anonymous: “You’re good at attacking, which is great. But if someone only focuses on attacking, it gives the opponent a chance to observe you, exposing your weaknesses and giving them an opportunity.”

Chris considered this and found it somewhat reasonable.

Chris: “So, what are you saying?”

Anonymous: “In your fast attacks, set up some traps. Make it unclear what your intentions are. If they try to figure you out, they’ll fall into your traps. Then, you’ll have more time to counterattack.”

Listening to this, Chris suddenly felt enlightened.

After thinking for a moment, Chris spoke up, “I get it!”

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