Chapter 452 - 446: The Next Mission

The man’s knife had long been knocked aside, its silvery blade gleaming, polished to a mirror shine.

The camera panned over again to show the man lying on the ground, his face contorted in pain. He tried to stand but couldn’t, tried to scream but couldn’t make a sound.

What surprised everyone was that there wasn’t a single scratch on the man.

"If you didn’t know better, you’d think this was a TV drama."

"Chloe Sinclair must have done it that way so she wouldn’t leave any evidence."

"Anyway, we can testify that she was acting in self-defense!"

"For some reason, I feel bad for the guy."

"Feel bad my ass. Is the person above me some kind of saint? I wouldn’t feel bad even if a guy like this was beaten to death."

"Yeah, if you feel bad for him, who’s going to feel bad for the girl he abused? You pity him, but what about the girl and her parents? Don’t they deserve pity?"

"Scumbags who traffic women and children should get the death penalty!"

"My little sister went missing when she was young, too. My mom cried herself blind, and my dad quit his job. I’m thirty now. If you do the math, my sister should have graduated from college by now."

"Human traffickers never deserve pity! If you pity them, who’s going to pity the families who’ve lost their children?"

’What’s the difference between a family member going missing and the sky falling down?’

In an instant, the online outcry against human traffickers skyrocketed, reaching over a hundred million views within an hour.

The incident online wasn’t just a criminal case anymore; it had escalated to a societal issue.

On a small scale, it was just a female college student who was abducted. But what gave people pause was the thought of how many other girls across the country had suffered the same fate.

And the dark commercial chain behind it all—how it was formed, how the transactions were made—just thinking about it was enough to make one’s skin crawl.

The man was successfully handed over to the police, and cases like this were given even greater importance by the authorities.

The man confessed to trafficking women without reservation and even exposed a powerful and dark trading network.

Following the lead, the police successfully cracked dozens of cases, both large and small.

And this was only the beginning.

Humans are empathetic. While everyone on Weibo was verbally attacking the man, Chloe Sinclair’s heroic act earned her over three million new fans.

Watching the reputation value climb steadily in the system, Eight started dancing in its little system room.

"SOB, SOB, so much reputation value! We’re rich, we’re rich!"

Chloe Sinclair was currently still with the production crew, continuing with the tasks.

She watched Eight’s joyful display and raised an eyebrow. "The reputation value is mine. What are you so happy about?"

It was as if her words had flipped a switch in Eight. Its big blue eyes immediately dimmed, and its mouth flattened into a straight line.

It looked as pitiful as could be.

Chloe Sinclair found it amusing, but she was also curious about how much reputation value she had accumulated.

"Check how much reputation value I have."

Eight immediately replied, "Eighty-five million reputation value!!!"

As it spoke, Eight got excited again. "Master, if you work just a little harder, you’ll reach a hundred million soon!"

Chloe Sinclair now had over thirty million fans, a number comparable to a top-tier celebrity.

The only difference was that Chloe Sinclair didn’t have any film or television works; most of her fans came from various other circles.

"Eight, what do you want to do after we get a hundred million reputation value?"

Eight froze, suddenly becoming a little timid.

It had a selfish desire, one that Chloe might not be willing to grant.

"I told you, you’re my friend. If there’s anything you need, I’ll do everything I can to help you."

"Friend?"

Eight instantly recalled something. Its blue eyes flickered, as if it hadn’t expected Chloe Sinclair to say that.

"I want a body in the outside world."

After saying this, Eight didn’t dare to look at Chloe Sinclair.

One hundred million points were needed to exchange for a simple mechanical body.

Even though it would come with many limitations, at least it wouldn’t be trapped in the system forever.

However, when Chloe Sinclair heard Eight’s words, she wasn’t surprised at all.

Or rather, she had known what Eight wanted from the very beginning.

"I promise you. When we get a hundred million points, I’ll get you a body."

No questions, no doubts, and certainly no refusal.

Chloe Sinclair agreed without a moment’s hesitation.

Eight was completely taken by surprise.

"SOB, SOB, Master is too good to me."

Eight threw its arms around Chloe Sinclair, acting as dramatic as possible.

It couldn’t squeeze out a single tear but still put on a show of dry-heaving a sob or two.

Chloe Sinclair couldn’t stand it anymore and logged out of the system.

Chloe Sinclair sat in a chair in her room, tearing page after page from the draft book in her hands.

A short while later, the livestream viewers could see that Chloe Sinclair’s room was filled with crumpled paper balls.

"Is this really a girl’s room? Why is it so messy?"

"She’s just throwing things around carelessly!"

"Right, it’s not your house, so you don’t have to take care of it."

The viewers were getting genuinely angry watching Chloe Sinclair’s messy room.

But a moment later, a fan explained:

"She’s working. She’ll clean it up herself later, so stop saying she’s littering."

"Can’t the haters see the trash can next to her is already full?"

"People will really complain about anything. My place is even messier than Chloe Sinclair’s."

"Chloe Sinclair has some serious stamina. She’s been sitting in her room for six hours today."

Because of the incident with the man, the production crew hadn’t gone out for the past few days and were instead cooperating with the investigation.

Chloe Sinclair took this opportunity to focus on writing her algorithms.

But that afternoon, the production crew announced that for the next seven days, all the guests would have to follow beekeepers on their migration.

After they reached the destination, their managers could pick them up and take them home.

Within an hour, all the guests had packed their things and traveled with the crew several hundred kilometers away to a different province for the beekeeping.

Beekeepers travel all over the country year-round.

Wherever the bees fly, the beekeepers follow.

At first, the guests found it novel, but after riding for dozens of kilometers in a small three-wheeled vehicle, they were all feeling terrible.

But what was even more despairing was yet to come.

"Why aren’t there any houses?"

Everyone jumped out of the vehicle and saw a chain of mountains. The trees were towering, but the area was sparsely populated. They couldn’t see a single house.

Gabriel Sinclair swallowed hard and couldn’t help but ask, "Don’t tell me there’s nowhere for us to stay?"

Simon Lawson nodded.

Then, the staff began distributing the pots, pans, bowls, and basins they had prepared.

"Don’t worry, just stick with the beekeepers."

Gabriel Sinclair: "I suggest the show change its name. The viewership would definitely go up."

"What?"

"Change it to ’Extreme Survival.’ And if you give me more screen time, the show will definitely start trending."

On camera, Gabriel Sinclair had a backpack on, a bucket in one hand, and a pot in the other. He really did look like he was heading out for an extreme survival challenge.

Simon Lawson coughed twice. "You each have a signal flare. If you run into danger, set it off."