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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.

immediately,” Bennett decided to arrest people first and gather evidence later, at

the outside was desert, with occasional sandstorms

rare, and the villagers were mostly alert. People had

shocked to see some children shorter than

the borderlands?” She finally mustered the courage to speak

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

understand. In this cruel world, it’s hard

fingers. ‘Will I become like them

gaunt children outside

watching daily struggles and having

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without constraints and fearless of death

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

market appeared. It was a bustling oasis village with many

parked and stretched,

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headscarves. The surrounding buildings also blended styles

miscellaneous daily necessities, and most stall

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

to two of them and explained the situation before leading Quinlyn and Harriet in.

well–protected oasis had grazing cattle and sheep and a few tents, one large and ornate with

spacious, cool tent with a wool

the man at the table.

whole table alone. He finished his meat and asked, “Did you sell

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

waste.”

recounted Quinlyn’s behavior on the