"By the way, did the hacker investigate the origin of those children?"
"I don't know, ask him yourself."
Night was deep, and the distant sound of "dong dong" from Big Ben echoed. Xia Pingzhou and Ayase Origami walked side by side through the streets of London.
The evening breeze swept from above the city as they navigated through the bustling crowd.
Watching the diverse figures, Ayase Origami walked ahead with her hands folded behind her back, aimlessly.
Xia Pingzhou thought for a moment and asked, "Weren't you quite concerned about those two kids in hospital gowns in the underground bar?"
The kimono-clad girl beside him shook her head.
"Concerned, so I don't want to ask."
"Makes sense."
Xia Pingzhou waited silently for a few seconds, then took out his phone from his black jacket, the electronic pet arriving as expected.
[Hacker: I checked the surveillance. Those five brats in hospital gowns came to London from a cargo ship.]
