You're Out Daddy

Chapter 826 Progress

Anthony sat right beside Miguel. Instead of looking at the latter or the laptop, he was texting someone on his phone.

Even after hearing Miguel, Anthony continued to type as he responded, “Are you aware that trouble won't find you unless you ask for it?”

“Uh... Yes.”

It was then that Anthony lifted his head and smiled at Miguel. “Glad you know that. You should think first if you're capable of doing that.”

Miguel grinned in return. “I was just joking.”

After rolling his eyes at Miguel, Anthony turned his attention back to his phone and resumed texting Natasha.

As for Miguel, he sighed and began looking for the files again.

Time ticked by.

While Miguel searched through the laptop, he would frown occasionally. Ten minutes later, Anthony piped up, “How is it going? Ten minutes is almost up.”

“You were actually timing?”

“Duh. You have thirty seconds left. Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight—”

“I'm almost done!” Miguel yelped, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

Anthony merely shot him a glance before going on, “Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven...”

Miguel sped up along with Anthony's countdown. Finally, in the final three seconds, Miguel hit the last key and announced, “Done.”

He finished just in time.

When Anthony looked at Miguel, the latter nudged the laptop over and chirped, “This is everything I found.”

Without a word, Anthony glanced at Miguel and then at the screen.

Miguel explained, “There isn't much information about Magus. They used to commit crimes as a gang, so the only notable incident about him was when his gang abandoned him. I checked the prison he was in and hacked their system, and I managed to find his confession and the videos of their crimes in action. Everything is here. Please take a look.”

At the sight of the neatly arranged files in the folder, Anthony curled his lips up. “Not bad.”

“I didn't embarrass you, did I?”

“You finished it at the last minute, yet you're proud of it?”

“That's because I didn't expect you to time me for real. If I had known, I would have finished the task earlier!”

“Whatever you say,” replied Anthony nonchalantly while staring at the computer screen.

“I'm telling the truth.”

Miguel knew that Anthony was actually training him, so he was secretly delighted. After all, even just a few words of compliment from Anthony meant he was progressing.

In this aspect, Miguel was quite insightful.

As Anthony went through the files, he noticed there was indeed limited information on Magus. They only knew that Magus was deserted by his gang members, which led him to be arrested and leave a record behind.

Miguel moved closer to Anthony and pointed out, “This was Magus' confession. Although he was betrayed by his gang, he did not name the other members. He said nothing in court and shouldered everything himself.” Following a short pause, Miguel couldn't help lamenting out loud. “This guy is surprisingly loyal. I can't believe he did that even when they turned their backs on him!”

His words brought a frown to Anthony's face. Perhaps it was just his personality, but Anthony would never let the betrayers off if something like this were to happen to him.

That was, however, his own opinion.

At that thought, Anthony turned to Miguel. “If you were Magus, what would you do?”

“I'd rat them out for sure. Of course, we should serve our prison time together!” Miguel answered without hesitation.

“Really?”

Miguel straightened his back right away. “Of course. I wouldn't complain if they accidentally left me behind, but I heard countless rumors saying the gang did that on purpose so someone could take the blame. In that case, why should I let them off?” Miguel spoke passionately as if he were the one who was betrayed, and just imagining the situation made him feel angry.

Mulling over what Miguel said, Anthony narrowed his eyes. “Right. Anyone in their right mind would do that, let alone Magus, who abhors injustice.”

Miguel realized the same thing right when Anthony said that. “You're right...” he agreed.

“Something about this feels off,” Anthony muttered.

An idea seemed to occur to him as he quickly searched for something on the computer, but he furrowed his brows after a while.

“What's wrong?” Miguel queried.

“There are no records about their crimes and his gang members. We might be able to find something if there were any.”

“Yeah. Miguel took the blame alone back then, so there are no records of the others at all.”

While they were deep in thought, Thalia walked out and noticed their pensive expressions. Leaning toward them, she asked, “What are you guys doing?”

“Contemplating,” said Miguel flatly.