Chapter 556: Blind Date Invitation

Levi reviewed Elvis’s resume, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his face. This tall tree, he mused, appeared quite powerful. “Bro,” Levi said, “any way to contact that handsome uncle? I really want him to be our dad.”

Ivy, his sibling, didn't hesitate. “Don’t worry, I’ll contact him now. But if we want him to be our dad, let's have him go on a date with Mom first.”

“A date?” Ivy questioned, clearly unfamiliar with the concept.

Levi explained, “A blind date. It's where this handsome uncle meets our mom, and hopefully, falls in love with her.”

“He’ll definitely like Mom,” Ivy declared proudly. “She’s beautiful and cute. I like her best!”

Levi nodded. “Of course. If this handsome man has discerning taste and likes our mom, it'll be a win-win! He gets one, and we get two for the price of one!”

With that, Levi used a tracking system to pinpoint Elvis’s IP address. Numbers scrolled across the screen in a dizzying display, but Levi's small fingers expertly navigated the keyboard, swiftly breaching Elvis’s IP protection.

“Hmm,” he murmured, “time to send this handsome uncle a… blind date invitation.”

Meanwhile, Elvis had arrived at his villa and was in his office, conducting a video conference on his laptop. Suddenly, a “ding” echoed, and the screen went black.

Peterson, his assistant, rushed over, alarmed. “Young Master, what's wrong with the computer? The screen just went black!”

Elvis frowned slightly. “Someone hacked my computer.”

Peterson was astonished. “What? How could that be? Young Master, our computer defenses are world-class! The top hackers couldn't penetrate our systems. Who hacked us? I haven't heard of any exceptional hackers recently.” He was bewildered. The incident at the airport earlier that day—a child with a toy gun exhibiting surprisingly good aim—had left him unsettled. Now, a super hacker? This was the world’s leading defense system; how skilled would this hacker have to be?

Just then, a simulated explosion of firecrackers erupted, and an invitation flashed onto the black screen.

“Young Master,” Peterson said, “the hacker sent you this.”

Elvis examined the automatically opened invitation. The message read: “Hello handsome uncle, I sincerely invite you to meet my mom this weekend. Be on time!”

Peterson was flabbergasted. He’d expected earth-shattering consequences from this hack, and had been on high alert. Instead, the hacker sent a blind date invitation? He couldn't help but think the Young Master possessed an irresistible charm, attracting admirers from all walks of life.

“Young Master, who is this hacker?”

Elvis’s thin lips curved into a slight smile. “It must be… a kid.”

“A kid?” Peterson echoed, incredulous. “Whose kid? If he can hack your computer, that gene is incredibly powerful; he could rival Little Master Nathan!”

Elvis paused. “Give this kid to Nathan. Let him track him down.”

Peterson hesitated. “Young Master, I can’t order Little Master Nathan around; he won’t listen to us.”

Elvis replied calmly, “Give it to him. He’ll be interested.”

Peterson nodded, “Yes, Young Master.” He retrieved his phone and carefully dialed Lil’ Nathan’s number. The phone rang once before Lil’ Nathan’s cold voice answered, “Hi, Uncle Peterson.”

Peterson’s forehead twitched; he hadn't married yet, and the correct salutation should be "Brother Peterson." “Young Master,” he explained, “our computer was just hacked by a super hacker. Your father wants you to repair the system and track the hacker down.”

There was a brief silence. Then, “I’m not interested. Let Dad do it himself.”

Elvis snatched the phone. “That super hacker is a kid your age. I believe it’s the boy I saw at the airport. He has exceptional skills and marksmanship; he’s a worthy opponent.”

Lil’ Nathan was currently playing chess with Alpha. He paused his game to answer the phone. Upon hearing "airport," he frowned slightly. “Okay, send me the information.” He hung up.

Aiden promptly produced a laptop for Lil’ Nathan. His fingers flew across the keyboard, rapidly repairing his father's defenses. Alpha, holding a black chess piece, watched his grandson, then asked, “Nathan, who did you meet at the airport today?” He’d noticed the subtle shift in Nathan’s expression.

Lil’ Nathan didn’t stop typing. “Grandpa, I didn’t see anyone, but in the car, my heart raced; I felt like something was chasing me. But when I looked back, there was no one.”

Alpha’s expression remained unchanged; he merely curled his lips slightly. “Oh, really?”

Soon, Lil’ Nathan had restored Elvis’s defenses and identified Levi’s location. Peterson marvelled at the restored computer interface. “Nathan is truly amazing!”

Elvis was seated in his office chair when his phone rang—it was Lil’ Nathan. He answered. Nathan’s young, cold voice stated, “He’s at Obsidian Sky, but you don’t need to go. He’s already running.”