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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.

bit more. Once we get solid info, we’ll act immediately,” Bennett decided to

the village, the outside was desert, with

villagers were mostly alert. People had diverse appearence, and there were

dared to peek outside the window, shocked to see some children shorter

She finally mustered the courage to speak to

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

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

clenching her fingers. ‘Will I become like them

the gaunt children outside with

having no value. Most who survived

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“People without constraints and fearless

a beast, she chose a different path, striving to be good and reaching her present state. She was unregretful and unafraid of the

a large market appeared. It was

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

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also blended styles from various countries, with large and round structures resembling overturned bowls on the

filled with miscellaneous daily necessities, and most stall owners were women.

end, and saw a green field.

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

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

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

the man

table alone. He finished his meat and asked, “Did you sell the kid as Yolanda

up. “Barrow, I want you to see her

waste.”

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