69 3.2 Wontons

"It can't be helped then. Pull up the code." Thanh Van rubbed at his abused skin between his delicate brows, the flesh turning dark red under the pressure. To his surprise, the system did as told without throwing any hissy fits.

How abnormally obedient.

[Code retrieval in progress…]

Senior Wu's face disappeared from the monitor table as white text appeared on the dark background, lines of code forming rapidly before Thanh Van's eyes. 

For a moment, he sat there, frozen in his chair and stared at the lines over lines of code that flashed past his vision like running sand.

He regretted his life choices right about now.

There were millions of lines of code, and there was no end in sight as the screen couldn't keep up with the speed at which the code was written before him.

He just came back from the dead. This was far past his current capabilities.

"Stop."