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Chapter 133

Harriet ran back, almost spilling the wine she was carrying.

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“Hey, slow down.” Tobias shouted anxiously, then scolded her as she approached, “Can’t even do a simple task right, useless!”

“I–I’m sorry,” Harriet apologized timidly, her head bowed.

“Alright, let’s go, don’t delay,” Bill patted his shoulder, suggesting they drive and drink along the way.

The car started and left the village behind. Quinlyn finally sighed in relief.

She glanced at Harriet, sensing something was off, but seeing her unharmed, said nothing.

Inside the office, Joseph exhaled as the tracker moved. “Bennett, we’re so close. Can we use a drone to track them in real-

time?”

Stanley added. “Yeah, the new program can track for a long distance.”

They hadn’t seen Quinlyn for nearly half a month and were worried about her well–being.

But Bennett shook his head. “No, the lookout here has sharp eyes. Any flying object can be easily spotted.”

“Then are we just going to watch Quinlyn cross the borderlands? No, we have to call her back.” Stanley didn’t want another Yocriton incident.

The danger level this time was higher, and even Quinton’s escape almost cost him his life. The human trafficker was a big shot in the borderlands, and Quinlyn was alone.

Bennett felt helpless. Things always happened to Quinlyn. Or maybe her keen observation skills led her to clues faster than the police.

He was both happy and worried. Happy because the case had leads, but worried because the solver was only ten years old, making the situation passive.

solid info, we’ll act immediately,” Bennett decided to arrest people first and gather

was desert, with occasional sandstorms blocking

were rare, and the villagers were mostly alert. People had diverse appearence,

to see some

She finally mustered the courage

and the others, in a good mood from drinking, replied, “In a place like this, you have to be tough to survive. Guns are nothing, there are even

wouldn’t understand. In this cruel world, it’s hard to survive each day.”

her fingers. ‘Will I become like them if

gaunt children outside with

them, watching daily struggles and having no value. Most who survived

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and fearless of

to be good and reaching her present state. She was unregretful and

large market appeared. It was a

here, I’m worn out,” Bill parked and stretched,

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the market and saw many people wearing headscarves. The surrounding buildings also blended styles from various countries, with large and round

were filled with miscellaneous daily necessities, and

to the village end, and saw a green field. The air became moist, a

them and

the cool, soft grass, they breathed in deeply. The well–protected oasis had grazing cattle and sheep and a few tents,

the spacious, cool tent with a wool carpet,

Bill greeted the man

man, weighing around 200 pounds, occupied the whole table alone. He finished his meat and asked, “Did you sell the kid

felt his gaze and tensed up. “Barrow, I want you to see her first. She’s promising. Selling her

waste.”

he recounted Quinlyn’s behavior