Seeing Gem's face darken, Clive let out a "hehe" and said, "If using Father Atkinson's computer, it would take at least a month to handle these issues. However, if I buy the chip I need from the black market, I can complete the photo comparison and trace the sender's phone number in just a week."
Gem's mouth twitched again.
"Then, I can search for the business that this phone number belongs to. Even if they have deleted their surveillance footage, as long as it existed, I can recover it."
For the first time, Gem experienced what it meant that there are heroes among the youth and that there are always people more talented beyond one's reach.
Moreover, he discovered that although Clive was young, his demeanor and the way he spoke made it impossible to hide his extraordinary grace. It wasn't something learned but something that came naturally from birth.
"Tell me honestly, where are you from?"
Clive looked at Gem innocently, "Can I say that I have amnesia?"
