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Chapter 64

In the middle of the meeting. Curtis started introducing a kid. It was somewhat amazing, but since Curtis was the higher- ranking, everyone else just had to sit quietly and smile awkwardly at Quinlyn.

Some people leaned in out of curiosity. The kid has tanned skin, a pointed chin, and big eyes–cute, but not exactly adorable like the chubby kids running around the neighborhood, someone wondered

As soon as the greetings were done. Quinlyn’s clear, calm voice came through “Curtis, Im in a temple. There’s a cultural relics smuggling operation going on, and hundreds of elementary school kids are involved. Thope you can help us

The conference room went dead silent for a second. Everyone else thought they’d misheard

Curtis’s smile quickly faded, and he started firing off questions. “What’s your location? How many people are involved? Have you seen any specific relics?”

The others thought those questions seemed way too complicated for a kid, but then they were shocked.

“Frostlight Monastery on the outskirts, where Maldon International School is having its camping trip. I don’t know how many criminals there are, but the vendors, monks, abbot, and even some tourists are all in on it, Quinlyn said in one breath.

She continued, “They use women pretending to be pregnant to smuggle cultural relics into a room behind the temple. They cover them with baskets and vegetables, probably for a second transfer. I saw emeralds, ancient coins, and vases.”

She explained everything so clearly that everyone was stunned.

“Mr. Ramirez, should we verify this step by step?” someone suggested. If they were about to deal with cases of cultural relics. they would need to be careful. If Quinlyn made a mistake, it’d waste a lot of police resources

But Curtis slammed his hand on the table and said in a deep voice, “She won’t make a mistake. Inform our units to send officers, cooperate with her, and check if any recent tomb raids focused on porcelain

Seeing how serious he was, everyone got to work, even though they were very shocked that he trusted Quinlyn so much.

I help you?” Curtis asked, turning back to the camera with a steady, reliable

Enoch came back from the restroom, she handed over the phone and said, “Curtis, this is our instructor, in charge of all

it was funny. This kid is smart, knowing parents are tough to

he knew he wasn’t going to let it slide. “Ahem, are you Quinlyn’s family?” he asked.

Curtis shot back, “Which unit are you from?

Enoch was

the stern old man on the screen. “Who, uh, who are you to ask me that?”

green jacket, slipped it on, and said. “Curtis Ramirez, commander

the 901st Division.”

the legendary name in

in uniform appeared on the screen. He recognized it was the one who once spoke in a big competition

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only scanned the screen, nodded slightly, and then reported respectfully. “Mr. Ramirez, we’ve

cultural relics were gone, mostly porcelain and ancient coins, which Bryan Leonard, the famous strategist, used for divination. It these items end up overseas, the

the car ready, I need to go there myself,” Curtis said, his expression growing even more serious, realizing the situation was serious enough

to the camera, his commanding presence even more daunting

military commander. His arm holding the phone was shaking,

General. I’m Enoch Chapin, 2795

nodded, skipping the formalities. From now on, follow Quinlyn’s

Enoch responded instinctively, but after the call ended, something felt off. Was he supposed to follow

series of shocking revelations: cultural relics smuggling, organized crime,

“Did

you