663: Father and Son's Black-bellied Contest 2

Father and Son's Black-bellied Contest 2

This man is a sadist!2

The boy, who was truly angered by his unscrupulous look, could not do anything about it.

Stroking his chin, the adult probed curiously. "When did you start tinkering with firearms?"

"Why should I answer your question?"

"You probably started in May last year when you officially joined the Hurricane Group; am I correct?" His father blinked at him.

The boy was dumbstruck again.

This man was a thorough sadist to ask him a question, which he already knew the answer.

"I just want to see how truthful you are with your daddy." The man could somehow tell what he was thinking and clarified this to him.

The look on the boy's face turned for the worse at his words.

Can this man do mind-reading?

Can he tell what is on my mind with just a look?

The little lad searched the man's features for any tactics, and to this, the man only lazily replied, "Don't bother; I don't do mind-reading."

"…"

The tips of his mouth twitched a little.

Heck!

No, he could not get mad or swear! That would make him a goner if he got caught in action by his mommy!

Be gentlemanly and gracious!

He tried to brainwash himself by repeating that in his mind. Once he finally calmed himself down, Youyou presented an elegant smile. "Mu Yazhe, you seem to know a lot!"

"Eh! I also know that you are the general director of the East Asian arms market."

"…" The boy could not help faltering a step behind in order to keep a safe distance from him.

He reckoned this man to be ignorant of his identity at first.

Now, he realized that he had totally underestimated this man.

Unscrupulous to the extreme.

Poor Youyou did not even pause to consider the hereditary genes he had received from his father, which accounted for his propensity to commit black-bellied deeds. As such, how could this man be that simple in the first place?

If the son was so exceptional, his father would naturally be someone outstanding, too.

The man saw the guarded look on his face and smilingly continued speaking. "I also know that you are the arsenal designer for the Hurricane Group."

"You—"

"Those technological research that you do for Lezhi Holdings can be used to make missiles."

"…" The boy could no longer maintain his cool. "Where did you get this intel of me from?"

"Er, I've been to your study room."

He smiled evilly. "There are a number of design drafts in your hard drive. Besides that, you also have that quantum computing research technology."

The little lad panicked. "You broke through my firewall?"

"Yes, I did," he replied succinctly.

That day, before he flew off to England, and just before this boy's mother reached home, he took the liberty to tour around his study room.

There were many hand-drawn sketches hidden below his study table.

At first, he thought that they were drawings of Lezhi's new machineries.

After studying them carefully, he was shocked to discover that they were drawings for building missiles.

When he powered on the computer, he managed to decode the three layers of firewall set up by the little lad, but his momentum was stopped at the fourth level of security despite his best efforts.

He reckoned that this supreme system had about nine levels of firewall in place. Alas, he could only take down the first three layers with his ability.

He would never tell his son about that, though.

That would just be utterly humiliating.

Indeed, it was humiliating to admit that this brilliant father could not decode the security system set up by his son.

However, the boy did not know that and took a good hard look at his father. Thinking that his old man broke through the nine levels of defense he had set up in place, he could not help seeing him in a whole new light.

"How dare you read my top-level secret files."

At this, his father merely smiled. "Well, that's what happens when your security system isn't robust enough."

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