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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.

Once we get solid info, we’ll act immediately,” Bennett decided to arrest people

was desert,

were mostly alert. People had diverse appearence, and there were armed militiamen.

to peek outside the window, shocked to see some children shorter than her

She finally mustered the courage to speak to the ones in front after

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

girls wouldn’t understand. In this cruel world, it’s

fell silent, secretly clenching her fingers. ‘Will I become like them if I’m

outside with wolf–like eyes, her expression indifferent.

watching daily struggles and having no value.

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constraints and fearless of death become

a beast, she chose a different path, striving to be good and

large market appeared.

parked

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The surrounding buildings also blended styles from various countries, with large and round structures resembling overturned bowls

daily necessities, and

village end, and saw a green field. The

cigarettes to two of them and explained the situation before leading Quinlyn

deeply. The well–protected oasis had grazing cattle and sheep and a few tents, one large and

spacious, cool tent with a wool

we’re back,” Bill greeted the man at

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

gaze and tensed up. “Barrow, I want you

waste.”

he recounted Quinlyn’s behavior