“Young master, please, don’t! The young lady is only six. If this keeps going, she’s really going to die!”
“Sister? Yeah, no. I don’t have some so-called sister who’s way younger than me. She’s nothing but trash the old man picked up out of a dumpster. I’m not claiming her.”
On the vast, endless sea, a luxury yacht was slowly sinking. Inside, the alarm kept shrieking over and over, the sound flooding every corner of the vessel.
In the cabin, a maid was yelling herself hoarse at the computer screen. “Young master, you can’t do this! You really can’t!”
Beside her sat a little girl, maybe six or seven years old. Compared to the maid’s panic and fear, she looked unnaturally calm.
Whether it was the maid’s desperate shouting or the ear-piercing alarm, she seemed not to hear any of it. In her eyes sat a silence far too cold and steady for someone her age.
At that moment, she had a laptop in her arms, her thin little fingers moving nonstop across the keyboard. Lines of code flashed over the screen one after another.
Gradually, her typing slowed, each movement becoming harder, heavier.
Even so, slow as she was getting, she was still far faster than any ordinary person.
On the other side of the screen, a blond, blue-eyed man stared at the little girl, the corner of his mouth lifting into a mocking sneer. “You’re not even one of us. You don’t even count as an illegitimate child, right?”
The girl kept tapping at the keyboard stubbornly, right up until a line of information appeared on the screen: DNA parentage probability: 0.00001%.
Her eyes lowered. The tiny hand resting on the keyboard trembled so faintly it was almost impossible to notice. Under her breath, she murmured, “Dad…”
The maid was still shouting at the top of her lungs, “Second Young Master will never let you get away with this!”
The blond man curled his lips, full of contempt. “He’ll never find out. This little bastard ran away from home after learning her real identity. What does that have to do with me?”
“As for you…”
He looked at the girl again. “Since you’re not one of the family, stop sticking your nose into our business. Time for you to disappear…”
“Zzt—” A burst of static crackled through the air. The computer screen filled with snow, then turned black and white.
At the same time, in Y Zhou, rain was pouring down in sheets.
A dense crowd stood by the sea, all dressed in black, white mourning flowers pinned to their chests. Not one of them held an umbrella, letting the rain drench them from head to toe.
Today was the day the old leader of the Black Wolf Organization was being buried.
The Black Wolf Organization was the strongest of its kind in the world, famous for top-tier hacking skills and overwhelming combat ability. Its name carried weight internationally, and no one dared clash with it head-on.
Now that the leader was gone, the Black Wolf Organization still remained. Everyone was watching closely, waiting to see who would end up taking over.
In the black-and-white memorial photo, the old man looked gentle, wearing a kind smile.
As the funeral went on, rows of people stepped forward one after another to bow and pay their respects.
Standing beside the portrait, a young man returned every bow with one of his own.
Rain soaked his hair, and even his long, thick lashes were dotted with water.
He turned slightly and asked the butler beside him, his voice rough and hoarse, “Where’s the young lady?”
“Second Young Master, when we left, the young lady had just fallen asleep. Should I go wake her and bring her over?” The butler gave a quiet sigh. “She’s exceptionally gifted with computers. The old master always cared for her deeply…”
The young man’s gaze settled on the black-and-white portrait and stayed there for a long while. Then he finally said, slowly, “No need to wake her… maybe it’s better if she sleeps.”
If she came, it would only break her heart even more.
And out on the sea not far away, a luxury yacht drifted farther and farther off before gradually sinking beneath the waves.
In the end, the boundless ocean returned to silence.