Lin Xing—or rather, the "more important matter" Xu Shi had mentioned—was naturally to follow the original plan and obtain, before Ding Jun did, the transaction records and various data slabs Disgu had retained over the years from its sex-doll business.
Those things were naturally still kept in Zhang Shijun's residence—he had fled in too much of a hurry to take more than a small portion with him. The rest had been found in the safe in his study.
"Truly... unforgivable!"
Although she had only just found release by personally killing her enemy, Lin Yue was once again consumed by fury when she saw those things.
Zhang Shijun was quite the businessman. He had meticulously recorded every buyer's preferences, used them as a basis to find suitable targets in Sin City, then employed all sorts of methods to capture and alter them.
To him and those buyers, countless people's most precious family members and lovers were nothing more than livestock for trade.
And that was only what they could see immediately. Once those data bricks were decoded, who knew what even filthier things might be hidden within.
Thinking of how her mother had met such a cruel end because of this, Lin Yue's tightly clenched fists trembled slightly.
It really was too vile.
Lin Xing echoed her sentiment. Fortunately, they had obtained these things first. Otherwise, similar tragedies would continue to happen.
"Mm."
Lin Yue neither agreed nor disagreed, but she suddenly found something strange. "Come to think of it, little sister, you went through this too... Doesn't seeing this make you uncomfortable?"
In her eyes, Lin Xing's reaction was far too calm. Even if she had not undergone sex-doll alterations, was it really possible for her to feel no empathy at all?
*...All I know is that we need to