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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.

to arrest people first

was desert, with occasional sandstorms blocking the

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

outside the window, shocked to see

on the borderlands?” She finally mustered the courage to speak to the ones in

others, in a good mood from drinking, replied, “In a place like this, you have to be tough

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

‘Will I become like them if I’m sold?‘

gazed at the gaunt children outside with wolf–like eyes, her expression indifferent.

watching daily struggles and having no value. Most

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without constraints and

good and reaching her present

near the borderlands, a large market appeared. It was a bustling oasis

out,” Bill parked and stretched,

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also blended styles from

daily necessities, and most stall owners were women.

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

the entrance. Bill gave two cigarettes to two of them and explained the situation before leading Quinlyn

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

spacious, cool tent with a wool carpet, a man was eating lamb stew.

back,” Bill greeted the man at the

pounds, occupied the whole table alone. He finished his meat and asked,

“Barrow, I want you to see her

waste.”

recounted Quinlyn’s behavior on