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Daisy Zane immediately looked at Amelie Quentin: “Amelie, have the people from the Doomsday Hotel pursue the courier.”

As they came here to attend the birthday banquet, they arrived on their own, without any attendants.

They can only rely on the staff at the Doomsday Hotel for assistance.

Amelie Quentin promptly responded, “Okay,” without asking anything else.

Daisy Zane then looked at the lobby manager, “Get me a computer.”

The lobby manager immediately brought a computer to Daisy Zane.

With the lobby manager watching, Daisy Zane hacked into the Doomsday Hotel’s system.

The hotel lobby manager immediately broke into a cold sweat, wiping his forehead nervously.

Since the computer was given out by him, he wondered if he would be held accountable for this.

Even though Third Master Clark was on good terms with their young master, surely their relationship wasn’t this deep.

Daisy Zane hacked the surveillance system of the Doomsday Hotel, captured a clear image of the courier’s face, and immediately sent it to Amelie Quentin.

Then she hacked all the nearby surveillance systems within range of the Doomsday Hotel.

She located the figure of the courier.

“Robinson Scott.”

“Present.” Robinson Scott promptly replied.

“You…” As Daisy Zane turned her head and noticed Scott was wearing a skirt and high heels, she swallowed her words.

“Hugo Clark and I will go.” Arthur North spoke while calling Daisy Zane’s cell phone, “Keep the line open and guide us.”

“Okay.”

Arthur North and Hugo Clark left immediately.

“I’m fine, I’ll go too.” Robinson Scott said, stepping forward.

“Come back.” Daisy Zane called her back, “Let them go.”

Robinson Scott immediately turned back.

A substance like 319 certainly couldn’t be shipped via courier because it would be detected during security checks.

Therefore, there was only one possibility, the courier was an imposter.

Moreover, the package had been wrapped layer upon layer, likely to buy more time.

The courier left the Doomsday Hotel, crossed the main road, and went to Gourmet Street on the other side. The streets within the Gourmet Street were like a labyrinth, but the courier was still within the surveillance range.

Daisy Zane watched Arthur North and Hugo Clark on the surveillance feed. The two men were faster than the Lane family’s personnel. They could certainly catch the courier within three minutes.

But then…the courier turned into another street and disappeared from the surveillance footage at the end of the road.

Both Robinson Scott and Lily Parker frowned at this, but remained quiet.

Daisy Zane immediately reported the spot where the courier disappeared to Arthur North.

Then she pulled up a map of Gourmet Street, quickly familiarizing herself with all the streets in the area.

She gave directions to Arthur North and Hugo Clark, “Split up, enter from the ninth street, one from the east, one from the west, and surround the area.”

Arthur North responded affirmatively.

When William Lane arrived, he saw Daisy Zane, Lily Parker, Robinson Scott, and the lobby manager huddled around a computer at the reception desk.

“What happened?” William Lane asked.

Daisy Zane glanced at him without responding, but handed him the rewrapped substance 319 (ii).

William Lane quickly looked inside, then resealed the bag, and turned towards the lobby manager.

The lobby manager was sweating profusely. He didn’t know what was in the parcel, but he summarized the chain of events for William Lane.

When it came to Daisy Zane hacking the Doomsday Hotel’s system, his voice quivered.

This situation couldn’t be fixed just by firing him; he could also be legally held accountable.

However, after hearing everything, William Lane remained unfazed and turned his attention to the computer.

The surveillance-free zone was not large. Daisy Zane started to browse the surveillance cameras around that area. If the courier emerged from that area, he must pass through those places.

However, due to the large crowd, and the evening darkness affecting visibility, it was impossible to identify faces. Identification would have to be made based on body shape and walking posture.

“Arthur North…..”

“Didn’t find the person.” Arthur North replied.

Daisy Zane heard the sound of the wind in her cell phone and Arthur North’s faint gasping, “Where are the clothes? The courier’s clothes.”

There was no one dressed as a courier in the surveillance footage from any of the exits.

The courier walked into the unmonitored area in his uniform, likely removing and discarding it somewhere before exiting.

“No sign of it,” said Arthur North. “This street has too many stores and too many people. He probably hid in one of them.”

Daisy Zane’s finger tapped on the computer: “Let the personnel from the Doomsday Hotel keep an eye out in the vicinity, you guys come back first. Without a search warrant, it’s illegal to search through all these stores on our own.”

Arthur North remained silent for a moment before responding, “Okay.”

Right after him, William Lane immediately called to arrange undercover guards.

After the banquet ended, the group settled in the tea room on the upper floor of the Doomsday Hotel.

Both Arthur North and Hugo Clark had removed their suit jackets, dropped their ties, and unbuttoned one button from their shirts as they rolled up their sleeves.

Lily Parker brewed and poured tea for them.

Holding her teacup, Daisy Zane said, “The other party doesn’t seem to have any malice, just like the man who handed out the note in Continent A last time.”

“If he means no harm, why doesn’t he show up?” Allonzo Hobson, having finished with the banquet, had just arrived and was filled in, “This hiding.”

Daisy Zane, too, couldn’t make any sense of this neither.

“Have the surveillance footage from inside the stores been checked?” Asked Hugo Clark.

Daisy Zane nodded, “More than half of the stores on that street don’t have surveillance cameras. We’ve checked all that do, but there’s no useful information.”

“If he had the audacity to deliver here, he’s prepared not to be found.” William Lane said, “The folks from the Doomsday Hotel will be on the lookout. We’ll just have to wait for news.”

Daisy Zane nodded again.

Arthur North said, “If the elixir delivered to us this time is real, that means there’s another batch of new elixir, and they’re likely still experimenting.”

Everyone suddenly fell silent, and after a while, Allonzo Hobson cursed.

“Neither domestically nor in any other continent, 319 (ii) has been detected at present.” Daisy Zane said, “So… it should not have been used in experiments yet.”

“Report it, and continue to strengthen defenses.” Arthur North commanded, “We’ll intensify our own territory, and report the rest to higher-ups.”

Both Hugo Clark, and Allonzo Hobson agreed.

Daisy Zane stared down at the color of the tea in her cup, not saying a word.

Arthur North reached out and squeezed the back of her neck, then said, “Alright, let’s all head back, it’s getting late.”

“Oh, right.” William Lane suddenly said, “The hacker who tampered with the equipment in the Black Banquet Hall has been caught.”

Allonzo Hobson: “That fast?”

“My father did it himself.” William Lane put a cell phone sealed in a bag on the tea table.

Daisy Zane looked at William Lane.

Allonzo Hobson was surprised, “Uncle Lane actually took action himself. Wow, I actually witnessed Uncle Lane in action.”

William Lane laughed a little and then said, “According to that hacker, he found the cell phone that had been in contact with him.”

Arthur North glanced at the cell phone, guessing what William Lane might say next.

“But I only found this cell phone.” William Lane said, “It’s a new phone, with a black card. Apart from posting on Facebook, the phone had contact with the staff at the Spotlight and the hacker, but there’s no other content. No location information was found either. It had probably been switched off until today.”

Olivia Lane blinked her eyes, “So cautious?”

Daisy Zane asked, “Where was the cell phone found?”

“In a trash can across the street from Doomsday Hotel.”

Allonzo Hobson: “… Are there cameras that caught the trash can?”

“There are, but… the people throwing out the trash are strangers.” William Lane said, “No one was seen throwing out a cellphone.”

Daisy Zane took out her cell phone and dialed Felix Baker’s number. The cell phone in the seal bag on the tea table rang almost immediately.

After one ring, Daisy Zane hung up.

Confirmed that this was the cell phone that had contacted the staff at Spotlight.

Daisy Zane said in a low voice: “Just throwing away trash, mixed in with other garbage. It could be thrown away by sanitation workers, or anyone willing to help.”

“Indeed.”

“Could it be Amelia Miles?” Olivia Lane suddenly suggested.

Daisy Zane looked at her and said, “My girl, without evidence, don’t suspect people.”

Olivia Lane pursed her lips, “ok.”

Seeing how obedient she was, Daisy Zane smiled and then, “No matter who it is, they’ll slip up eventually.”