Qiao started smoking again.
John had probably already guessed the content of the task.
"Do you have any leads? Anything at all."
"Just a nickname, Canned, used to hang around the West District, but hasn't been seen for a while—might be dead. The West District is Black Gold Gang territory, but the camp has a competitive relationship with the Eden City gangs."
"I checked after I left Damascus Camp, but the Black Gold Gang's Speakers have already changed."
"For a long time, whenever I saw or heard about someone dealing in underage Super Sensing Chips, I'd tremble all over."
Qiao shook his head with a bitter smile.
"That's all I know."
"That's enough."
John got up to say goodbye and left.
He didn't offer any guarantees or even reveal his purpose for this trip, after all, the follow-up requirements were unclear. What if he couldn't free the person involved from their nightmares?
Qiao called out to him.
"Hey, John, who is it really... fuck it, I'll just say it, is it Nando?"
