Benalu's Son-in-law Turns Out to be a Genius Hacker

Chapters 17. A reply

These gray-colored drafts were two-story with a total of twenty doors. Kos Stefan is at the end of the second floor on the left. Just parked his motorcycle, Stefan who just returned home tonight got an allusion from two male boarding houses.

“Kay, gacor what is it today?” frans said in a hushed tone, filled with ridicule. 

“You see my face is sour and my body smells like this. That is, the quiet order has gone from morning to night.”

Kay and Frans are students at Yellow University. At night, they always sit in front of the boarding house while smoking and telling stories.

“Kos here is quite elite and quite expensive. We are all students. You're not ashamed of what a lone bully who's sniffing here?” frans chuckled.

“Why should I be ashamed? Hm, I have no shame.” Kay chuckled until she caught her eyes.

Knowing that he was being laughed at, Stefan held his breath and climbed the stairs and did not care about the two men's ravings.

But, Kay howled again, “Fucking bulge!”

“Ha-ha-ha.”

Stefan is still so cute and patient. Because he was used to being insulted, a small mockery just tickled in his ear, especially the two people he did not know. However, the next morning when Stefan was about to leave, he was suddenly surprised there were two garbage bags on the seat of his motorcycle. Where there's liquid spilled anyway.

The litter box is just two metres from Stefan's motorcycle. He took the trash and dumped it in the trash. Then clean the motorcycle seat with water and then wipe it.

There's a boarding lady whose room fits opposite Frans' room and Kay tells Stefan. “The two guys last night put it on your bike seat.”

Stefan simply replied to the hooded woman with a nod and a slight smile. At six o'clock in the morning Stefan is out because he's getting ready to drop off the school kids. At least this morning he got five orders.

Stefan needs a lot of money to buy another laptop. If all is complete, he intends to work from home because there are many freelance jobs for a programmer.

The Gacor app on his phone is very helpful in pulling incoming orders. If you meet a fellow driver on the road or at a resto, Stefan won't tell you he's using any additional apps. He always switches the conversation if asked what the order amount is.

Rogue drivers who used to use additional applications, mud, tuyul and such will definitely be caught by the server, the system will detect that the driver is cheating. However, not for Stefan's SigmaX, because until now he and John are still safe, there has been no notification that they committed violations.

The orders they receive are always above twenty, an average of thirty if they go home in the morning. While drivers are gacor and normal usually get orders between fifteen to twenty, and for the least usually only five orders from morning to evening.

Sometimes Stefan and John do not until the heart sees there is a driver who often anyep. Because, they used to also feel how if the order was quiet. However, if assisted with SigmaX, it will certainly be dangerous as well, the solution they both can only spread and provide words of motivation.

“Facebook my brother hacked,” said John who had just sucked red bean ice. His gaze slammed towards the lake water.

“How, can the culprit?” Stefan rolled his eyes to the right, giving a glance towards John's face.

“I tracked the man's location. Apparently he's my sister's classmate. Great also he SMP already can hacking.”

“If he can already get into email, his business is easy.”

“Kay and Frans if not wrongly named. They were both students, arrogant in the presence of ojol," complained John.

“As long as the person is good, I will be good, but if that person is bad and hurts my heart, wait for the date of the play. John, I never had any intention of hurting anyone else's feelings even if it was just a little. But if the first one did, I wouldn't stay silent.”

“You want what they are?”

“Look at me tonight. Indeed some days it seems they deliberately want to lure.”

At about nine o'clock Stefan arrived at the boarding yard. As usual, Kay and Frans must have been sitting around smoking while scoffing.

“Saturday usually rame, Kay. Should have gone home at twelve in the evening, nine o'clock responsibility.”

“You see my eyes are red,” Kay ledk while showing her enlarged eyes in front of Frans. “Sick my eyes see the asphalt continuously. Asphalt continues.”

Frans nodded while pointing at Kay. “What are your lungs strong from morning to night vacuuming and carbon monoxide ha?”

Kay rubbed her non-itchy nose. “Quiet, my nose fur is thick like sticky fur to become a fortress to ward off attacks of street dust and toxic gas. Ha-ha-ha.”

Frans laughed so hard that his tears came out. “Worse you are, Jol, Jol! What matters is gacor. Thank you for what there is. Ha-ha.”

Stefan put his hand in his brown chinos bag, then climbed the steps. A gesture that she doesn't want her hands dirty tonight. Stefan thought, the two of them had gone too far to give a mockery to him. The two of them only judge people based on the cover, but they don't know who Stefan really is.

After entering the boarding gate, Stefan took off his sweater, then rested his body and soul for a while. His body was obviously tired from being on a motorcycle all day, and his soul was crushed because it had just received ridicule. Five minutes of rest, then Stefan took a shower.

There is no classy shower. No fancy batch ups. But there is only one big bucket and one small bucket, plus a dipper. After that Stefan was dressed with ball pants and a white t-shirt without pattern, then acted in front of the phone.

Because at these costs there is free WiFi service available, Stefan will have no trouble intercepting two people who fit under his butt if they both connect their phones to the WiFi.

Bang out!

Using a software of his own design, Stefan easily took over the existing system on their phone. Stefan can easily find out the email and password used by Kay and Frans to login on their social media.

When the two men were asleep, Stefan logged into Kay's instagram account and created an insta-story that read: I was told by Frans to vilify someone who lives in these boarding houses, then doing evil to that man, I regretted following Frans' will.

Then Stefan logged into Frans' Instagram account and made an insta-story that read: I was told by Kay to vilify someone who lives in these boarding houses, and then do evil to that person, I'm sorry I've been willing to obey Kay.

In the morning, once awakened and check hp, suddenly a lot of dm in. Their friends on social media give criticism and blasphemy. Then they both blame each other.

“You must have secretly played my phone last night,” jolts Kay emotion.

“Eh! Even ngeles. You must have deliberately created a status on my instagram to humiliate me right. Worse you are!” cerca Frans.