The Poor Vi

Under Wei's gaze, Nate trembled as he revealed his secrets. He was clearly a novice, completely lacking composure, and couldn't hold back any longer after letting something slip. →

According to Nate's confession, they were indeed from Zaun and had only recently joined the gang. They were ordered by the gang leader to monitor the treasure hunters outside the city and seize the crystal when the opportunity arose.

They had been lying in wait outside the city for the past few days, but to no avail. Almost all the treasure hunters returned empty-handed. Those who had made a haul were all large teams that they couldn't afford to mess with, until today when they spotted the famous treasure hunter Casey.

Seeing Casey's cautious demeanor, the group knew he had made a move, so they secretly followed him until nightfall, intending to strike. However, they were discovered by him, and their ambush failed, leaving them with no choice but to give chase. They wanted to use their guns but were afraid of attracting the police, and eventually they encountered me and Riven.

As for 906 York Street, that was their gang's base in Piltover, convenient for communication and answering questions, but they never expected to run into Vi.

"You think you can hide anything from me? Even your boss has to think twice before he's in my shoes."

"That's how it is. We were stopped by these two gentlemen before we could even get our hands on them. Please have mercy."

"Who's your big sister!" Riven went over and kicked Nate. Although she didn't kick him hard, he still rolled twice on the ground before pretending to be pitiful and begging for mercy.

"Alright, Riven, he didn't do anything terribly wrong. It wouldn't be good if he got hurt."

"I didn't use any force; he just rolled twice on his own."

"Yes, yes, I rolled it myself..."

Wei glanced at the group and said, "Aren't you going to get out of here?! Are you waiting for me to treat you to dinner?"

Nate and his companions felt like they'd been granted a pardon. They quickly got up and ran outside, their faces still showing confusion, seemingly finding the officer's manner of speaking odd, but they dared not ask.

"Sigh, once these people go back, my name will be spreading again." Wei sighed.

"What's your title?"

"Traitor, pink-haired traitor."

"You seem to care quite a bit!"

"Of course... I don't care. My heart only belongs to Caitlyn right now. As long as she doesn't hate me, that's enough."

"It seems like you're not very confident in what you're saying."

"Hahaha... You found out! Are you going to stay and watch me interrogate you? Let's have lunch together."

I was about to make an excuse to leave, but Riven readily agreed, "Sure, I'll learn how to get people to tell the truth too!"

We sat next to Wei for the entire morning, like two bodyguards. Her interrogation methods were very effective; she used both soft and hard tactics and could usually get the desired results.

Since most of the people were old acquaintances of hers from Zaun, she felt it would be pointless to hide it, as everyone knew each other well, so she simply told them all.

If they didn't say enough, Wei would give them a hint, like chatting with an old friend, which was very interesting.

Occasionally, there would be those with a tougher attitude who would loudly call Wei a traitor, but she was already used to it: she would punch them hard and then drag them away to reflect on their actions.

Jorba really found a good helper; it would be very difficult to get information out of these people if it were anyone else.

As noon approached, Wei looked up at the clock, then stretched and said, "Let's go. We've had a good day. That's enough for now."

Since coming into this world, I've only ever seen clocks in large families and military camps; I never expected to see one in a police station, and it's quite small, unlike the bulky ones I've seen before.

Is this clock a specialty of Piltover?

"You mean that? We call it a timer. It's a local specialty; you can't make it anywhere else."

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"Could you take me to buy one?" It's really awkward not being able to tell time without a phone or watch, so I'd like to buy one.

"This thing is very valuable; it's a product of Hextech. Although the consumption is not large, it's not used often, so very few people manufacture it."

Hextech again? Can't you come up with something new? Oh well, I have plenty anyway. "How much do you need?"

"I don't know either. I'm a complete novice when it comes to technology. Let's ask Jorba."

Vi doesn't knock before entering Jorba's room; she just pushes the door open. Out of politeness, I knocked twice, even though the door was already open.

"You're here!" Jorba looked at me and Riven like he'd seen a god of wealth.

"Hello, Sheriff, it's nice to see you again."

Vi tossed today's interrogation files onto Jorba's table and sat down on them. "Do you know where they can make timers?"

"A timer? Isn't there one in the interrogation room?"

"It's not that I want it, it's that Yasuo wants it."

"What do you need that for? It's very expensive and not very useful. If you want to know the time, just look at the sun, right?"

"But there are many times when there is no sun, and since we travel to different places, the sun is different in each place, so having a timer would be more convenient."

"Okay, you know that you need Primal Crystal to make the timer?"

"I know, is this enough?"

I took out a piece about the size of my little fingernail and placed it on the table. Once I was sure that was enough, Jorba's eyes immediately lit up.

"Hey Yasuo, tell me honestly, how many crystals do you have left?"

"There aren't many left; this is the last one."

"You're really bad at lying. You gave me an extra piece as a thank you when you first made the motorcycle, then you helped Wei compensate for her losses and made her a prosthetic limb, and now you're giving me another piece. I'm not a child; you guys must have something big to gain!"

"It's not that big, actually it's only enough for two motorcycles." I didn't want to cause trouble.

"How enviable! If you need anything else made, please be sure to contact me!"

"I've heard that the Phiros Family is the birthplace of Hextech. Wouldn't it be better to contact them?"

"They'll rip you off, but I won't!"

"Oh? Is that so?" I looked at him with a half-smile.

Knowing he couldn't hide it from me, Jorba had no choice but to confess. "Okay, actually I did take a small tip, but I guarantee they took more!"

"Alright, you should be content. Making timers doesn't seem to require much, right? This whole thing is yours."

Thank you so much!

"By the way, if possible, please make it as small as possible, so it will be easier to carry around."

"Okay, I've got it."

After handing this over to Jorba, we went to eat. We hadn't eaten last night, and as a result, we were locked up in the police station and only just got out. Our stomachs are growling.

Wei felt her purse and pulled out a few coins. "I know a good restaurant. You don't mind if we eat something simple, do you?"

"Of course I don't mind, as long as I'm full."

I hope you don't have big appetites.

Wei weighed the coins in her hand, seemingly considering whether it would be enough to spend...