Just then, Chen Lun's gaze suddenly paused as he looked out the window.
Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, his powerful dynamic vision had directly recorded several notices on a passing wall in his mind.
"Missing person notices, reports of missing young women, and a warning posted by the Public Security Office telling nearby female residents to be careful about going out at night..."
Chen Lun pondered for a moment.
"Was it caused by that auction? Should I go take a look...?"
Several days passed.
Yet Chen Lun had received no word from Miss Tracy, as though she had forgotten their agreement. But he knew that even if Miss Tracy was unwilling to investigate, she would still write back. That was the most basic etiquette for a noble.
Chen Lun guessed that her father, Viscount Harrington, had most likely confined her to the house.
After all, he had already sent people to attack Chen Lun, so he could hardly let her continue going out as she pleased.
"By doing this, you're effectively getting in my way..."
Chen Lun sighed.
"I was going to teach you a little lesson later, but now you're forcing me to act... Besides, human trafficking never sat right with me anyway."
He took out a Silver Cane and rose directly from his study chair.
Several playing cards flew out of the deck on the desk by themselves and hovered before Chen Lun, pointing him in the right direction.
Chapter 292: Sin Sinks
Peacock City.
East District Port.
Under the cover of night, a massive freighter lay quietly at the dock, utterly inconspicuous.
Dozens of men wearing blue denim vests and flat caps were scattered throughout the area, smoking or chatting. From time to time, they raised their heads to scan their surroundings,