Chapter 436 Who’s Poking Around My Data?
- A hooded teenager pulled out his laptop and set it on the desk. Right in front of Walden, his fingers flew over the keyboard, inputting a long string of code.
- The code flowed seamlessly, intertwining like a digital river, silently forcing open doors to the online world.
- Walden stood with his hands clasped behind him, watching the screen closely.