Chapter 1193: Chapter 1193

Chapter 1193:

She felt a wave of anxiety for Allison.

After all, everyone knew the Mafia was not to be underestimated, especially now that they were tangled in human experiments. However, Allison remained stone-faced as she stared at Daniel.

“I’ll send those words right back to you.” She narrowed her eyes, scanning the surroundings behind him before casually speaking. “Daniel, you’ve probably made a lot of enemies over the years. Let me do you a favor today.”

Daniel watched her warily. “What do you plan to do?” A sudden sense of unease gripped him.

Allison smiled, her voice dripping with mock kindness. “I’ve already posted your address on Hacker’s World bulletin board, along with a bounty of ten million dollars. Your life might not be worth that much, but my time certainly is.”

What?

Daniel froze, his eyes widening in disbelief.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

It was then that Daniel realized that something was horribly wrong. He immediately barked orders to his subordinates. “Delete everything, now!”

“It’s useless.” Allison coldly shattered his last hope. “No one can touch my bulletin board in my world.”

She looked at Daniel, her gaze icy. “Just keep hiding in Ghost Castle. Soon, many people will be paying your ‘castle’ a visit.”

Daniel’s expression darkened as he heard Allison’s words.

“Shut down the network, now!” He barked the order without hesitation, realizing that he had fallen straight into Allison’s trap.

In the next moment, an announcement, embellished with black rose petals, flashed onto the screen, all thanks to Allison’s handiwork. It didn’t just appear on his control panel—every hacker also received the notification from the developer.

𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝗿𝗲 𝓪𝓽: gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫷𝖼𝗈𝗺

“Ten million-dollar reward for Daniel’s head.”

Daniel’s face went pale as he stared at the message. The glaring red headline was impossible to ignore.

His photo sat at the center of the screen, flanked by his location and the bounty offered.

Hacker’s World exploded in chaos.

“Isn’t that Daniel? I thought he was dead?”

“His life’s worth ten million? What a joke.”

“I’ve been hunting for him for ages! No one better try to claim him!”

“You can have him, and I’ll take the cash.”

“Anyone interested in teaming up? Mercenaries with boats are ready to head to the island.”

The real shock came from seeing such an astronomical bounty, especially one issued by the developer.

Hackers quickly began forming teams, their messages flooding the screen.

“Ghost Castle, huh? I’m on my way!”

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