Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 316 - 204: Humphrey Jennings’ Intentions, Luna Durant’s Identity

"Really what?"

As he placed the thermos back, Benjamin bent down to pick up the file and portraits, raising an eyebrow at Miguel Smith, indicating he needed Benjamin to drink water, so watch his words.

"Where did these pictures come from?" Miguel Smith wasn’t in the mood to joke around, extending his hand, "Let me see."

Benjamin paused, not explaining but handed over the file anyway.

Miguel Smith took it and flipped through the portraits, his expression changing continuously.

"Why does it seem like you know them—" Benjamin sensed something was off and muttered.

Having gone through all the portraits, Miguel Smith suddenly lifted them up incredulously, "Where on earth did these come from?"

"What’s up?"

Benjamin raised an eyebrow.

Pulling one out, Miguel placed it on the bed beside him and tapped it, "Isn’t this the guy who stabbed me?"

"And this one, and this one..."

Miguel pulled out two more, laying them out, "These two bastards, they’ve given me a concussion."

Of the other pictures, Miguel had no impression, but just these three stunned him.

"Wait, did any of you hypnotize me and draw from my descriptions? I have no recollection, or are any of you clairvoyant—"

Miguel rambled on incessantly.

In the hospital room, Benjamin and Humphrey Jennings listened to Miguel’s words, exchanging startled glances before Humphrey immediately stubbed out his cigarette and turned to leave.

"Hey—" Noticing no one responding and Humphrey walking out silently, Miguel felt bewildered, turning to Benjamin, "What’s going on?"

"Buddy," Benjamin chuckled, walking over and patting his shoulder, "You didn’t take that stab in vain."

Miguel: "..." Can this guy even speak properly?

"No wonder my master treats you so well." Benjamin smiled, seemingly finding some value in Miguel after all, "Congratulations, you’ve made a contribution."

Miguel: ???

...

Nora Scott also hadn’t expected that the group they assumed would be difficult to track down had an unexpected run-in with Miguel Smith.

Success without effort.

Five years ago, Henry Chapman.

Five years later, Miguel Smith.

What a bizarre coincidence is this?

"So, the group that robbed us is the one you were looking for?"

Baffled by the story, Miguel asked in utter shock.

Wow!

Such a coincidence possible?

"Yes."

Benjamin nodded with satisfaction.

After a pause, Miguel, holding his head that needed rest after the concussion, asked, "Can you find them?"

"With just portraits, no; with just a broad range, no." Benjamin smiled, "But with portraits and a general area, there’s at least a fifty percent chance."

And that’s true.

Finding someone in the vast northwest with portraits from five years ago is nearly hopeless.

And here with Miguel, their equipment was seized immediately, preventing them from taking any photos. All they knew was that such a group targeted them within a vague area, with no idea of their appearance. It’s impossible for the police to investigate.

There are only two ways to find them: one is to inquire on the streets to see who’s responsible and if there are any reliable leads; the other is relying on the police to capture street robbers and have them identified one by one. Both are passive and time-consuming methods with slim odds.

Now, knowing their general appearance and range, it’s a different scenario.

They can take some initiative.

Unless the group moves again, finding them is only a matter of time.

"Really?"

Miguel’s eyes lit up, feeling that the stab wouldn’t go uncompensated, suddenly feeling hopeful.

"Just wait, news will come eventually." In a good mood, Benjamin now found Miguel much more agreeable, patting his shoulder, "You’ve done a great job, once you’re discharged, I’ll take you out for some fun."

Miguel’s smile faltered, asking eerily, "Bungee jumping?"

"..."

For some reason, Benjamin instinctively glanced at Nora Scott sitting opposite.

Nora coughed lightly and avoided his gaze.

At this moment, Humphrey Jennings, who had been expressionless, surprisingly tugged the corner of his mouth into a smile.

Miguel finally sensed something from this peculiar atmosphere.

"..."

Turns out everyone else is normal, only someone as twisted as Nora would consider bungee jumping fun!

*

Due to this coincidental encounter by Miguel Smith, his treatment in the ward improved significantly.