Chapter 252 - 252

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"But I didn't see you pay just now, big brother." "I used a transfer, operating directly on my phone. If you don't believe me, I can let you hear the recording of me completing the transaction with your mother." Ron played a recording. Naturally, this recording wasn't real; it had been fabricated by Chii. But Miste couldn't tell. Chii's skill was beyond Miste's ability to distinguish. "It's Mother's voice." Miste nodded her little head. "In that case, I now belong to you, big brother!" "You don't belong to anyone. I didn't buy you to be just a tool." "But Mother said if you've bought me, then I'm your tool. I was born to be sold as someone's tool. If you don't want me, big brother, then I have no value." Miste's gaze turned resolute. "Things with no value must be destroyed!" Ron fell silent for a moment. "Call it whatever you want. For now, follow my instructions and train." "Yes, big brother." Just then, a call came in. "Wendy." "Ron, are you all right?" "I'm fine." "Where are you now?" "I'm at a hotel." Ron provided the hotel's name. Only then did Wendy breathe a sigh of relief. "As long as you're safe. I'm busy right now; I'll contact you later." "Okay." They hung up. Following Ron's instructions, Miste was undergoing physical training. Meanwhile, Ron himself continued investigating the human trafficking organization. Before, clues were limited, and he couldn't find much. Chii was essentially a super search engine. But even a super search engine needs keywords. Without keywords, you can't find anything. Now, they had a keyword. Before, Silva had mentioned the trafficker's name: Hongtelan. Using "Hongtelan" as a keyword, a large number of related criminal reports immediately surfaced. The organization had carried out numerous operations. They'd stolen and kidnapped far more children than they'd sold. The selling prices were high, but considering the ratio of kids kidnapped to kids sold, the profit didn't seem as large. Also, Hongtelan only targeted children of nobles, wealthy families, and Nen users. These people had high social status. In terms of profit, kidnapping these children wasn't the best choice. It would have been better to choose commoner's children. Hence, some believed that Hongtelan's actions weren't purely for human trafficking, but for revenge. Chii had infiltrated the middle-aged woman's phone. The contacts, call logs, and messages were all accessed. But there was nothing valuable. Until now. After the middle-aged woman realized Miste was gone, she panicked and searched anxiously. But the middle-aged woman was just a normal person. A few days ago, a figure appeared before her and proposed a deal. They brought Miste to her, disguised her, and instructed the woman to take Miste to the Nirvana Festival's venue, even purchasing VIP seats. They promised a very generous reward once the job was done. The middle-aged woman had no choice but to comply. Since the reward was high, she knew that if she messed up, her fate would be miserable. Now that she couldn't find Miste, despair filled her eyes. She even thought of running away. But at that moment, a call from an unfamiliar number came in. The middle-aged woman looked at the number, hesitated, and didn't answer. Chii caught that number. Using a virtual line, Chii called that number, faking the middle-aged woman's caller ID. Soon, the other side picked up. Chii imitated the woman's voice: "Sir, I lost the girl! There was an explosion at the venue, huge chaos..." Chii's forged voice rambled on, buying time to inject its program. Hearing the familiar voice, the other side didn't hang up right away. But as they listened, something felt off. "Why didn't you pick up earlier?" "I was panicking..." Suddenly, a shriek sounded in the call, and Chii hung up. The program was now injected. The middle-aged woman's phone, along with the woman herself, no longer had any value to Ron. By analyzing the phone's content, Ron concluded that this middle-aged woman wasn't even a fringe member of Hongtelan—just a temporary hire, a disposable pawn. But the person who contacted the middle-aged woman might be an actual Hongtelan member. Soon, Chii obtained a contact list, call records, and messages. "This guy doesn't habitually clean his phone," Ron noted with a slight gleam in his eyes. "With this info, I can figure out a lot." Ron gave Chii an order: "Chii, use this person as a starting point. Continue investigating Hongtelan's intel." Ron wasn't particularly anxious about uncovering everything about Hongtelan. He just wanted enough information to offer to the Hunter Association later. ...To prevent Hongtelan from coming after Miste. Besides, Ron knew that no matter how powerful Chii was in the digital realm, it was unrealistic to expose everything in a short time. They'd have to expand outward through the member's social circle: Hack other people's phones, computers, Collect information, Integrate and analyze it, Steal recordings, videos, calls... It would be a lengthy process. But Ron didn't mind. With the existence of the Observer's Absolute Intent, Ron would be staying in Fiora's royal city for quite some time. In this city, within the Dragon Dojo's sphere, Hongtelan wouldn't dare harm him. From previous news, Ron had noticed something: Hongtelan liked to target children of influential people. But they had enough sense not to provoke truly massive powers. Ron just needed Chii to investigate Hongtelan thoroughly over time. Of course, the more thorough, the better, but there was no need to rush. In the alley, the young man woke up, instinctively backing away. After a moment, he realized his situation and looked around warily. No one was there. "I was chasing a trafficker... followed him here." "Then I blacked out." "Who did this?" "The trafficker's accomplice?" "But why not just kill me?" The young man suddenly felt his memories turn a bit fuzzy. --------------- Check out the new story! Go to my profile, its a cyberpunk fanfic. You can read up to 120 Advanced chapters! Patreon(.)com/IDKjust

Chapter 252 - 252

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