Fruitless Efforts

"We'd like to know what your relationship is with this person." He Hui took out a photo and set it on the table. The person in it was the pursuer who had fought Xu Huo and his companion earlier.

"Didn't your people explain it clearly?" Xu Huo raised an eyebrow.

They had asked about the pursuer's identity, and the Holy Sword Society handbook had come from him, too.

"It's not that we don't believe you. It's just that apart from his companions, he only interacted with the two of you along the way." He Hui kept smiling. "You weren't following him just for the item, were you? It seems you'd crossed paths before."

Xu Huo couldn't help smiling a little. "You didn't get the murder weapon—or rather, you didn't get what you wanted."

"Those people went to the government building to steal something. But the government and the Player organization had made preparations in advance. They might have been after something you didn't know about. What you want is probably something they were actually carrying."

"There were plenty of dead and wounded, but you didn't get it?"

Whether it was an item, a Potion, or something else of value, the government Players had tracked them down, so it must have been exceptionally important. Otherwise, they wouldn't have investigated this far.

Players couldn't carry anything too large, and it wasn't difficult to move things elsewhere. The fact that they had come looking for them proved that, even after checking every possibility, they still hadn't found anything. Their plan had already failed.

"I can tell you what happened." Xu Huo paused before continuing. "Some of our companions died in ways similar to the people killed by that sheet of paper."

"I see." He Hui nodded slightly, then took a sheet of paper