Overseas.
In a sunny room.
Lin Mo was able to stream calmly on the internet because of the silent sacrifices made by Dark behind the scenes.
After more than ten minutes of high-intensity confrontation, Dark's physical condition had become extremely poor, with drops of blood occasionally trickling from his nose. His body was running on empty, and his illness was continuously worsening.
At this moment, Dark could barely see the dense code on the screen, relying solely on his proficiency and memory, which far surpassed that of other hackers, to make various calculations.
The white woman standing beside him looked at him with pity, occasionally wiping the blood from his nose, but throughout the process, she never stopped Dark from continuing his work.
She would never do anything he disliked, which was why she could be by Dark's side.
"Cough... cough cough..."
Dark coughed violently a few times, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the keyboard, his body trembling violently.
