Murim Recurve

There wasn't anything suspicious in the shop. All the tools and items were just normal stuff available in a shop meant to repair mobiles. But, it was to what they were being used that pissed the Inspector.

He noticed how they were tampering with sim cards that would later join the retail market, as if they had just arrived from the factory. They were also making changes to mobile chargers so that they were able to obtain sensitive information from the mobile phone through it.

There were quite a few like this, stuff they used to obtain private information of people that would later be used for blackmailing purposes. Without another word, the Inspector slapped the man once again, this time putting enough force behind the slap to knock the man unconscious.

"Check if that lady's phone is here." He said to the constable, acting as the lookout as he looked through other items of notice in the shop. He fished under their drawer, picking up the phone in it as he surfed through it.

"Bank account numbers, pin, social media usernames, and passwords…" The more he read, the more he scowled. "Saadhav, wasn't this shop just something that sold stolen electronics? Since when did they begin to do all this?"

The constable shook his head, expressing his ignorance on the matter as he finally obtained the phone of the lady in her thirties. He saw the lock screen, confirming that it was indeed hers. It hadn't been tampered with yet, judging by its state. Or maybe it had already been tampered with and was perfectly covered up.

"Take evidence of everything this shop has," The Inspector said as the constable took pictures of everything in the shop, especially the blackmailing materials. In the meantime, the Inspector slapped the man awake, speaking when the other party regained lucidity, "What else did they leave behind?"

"O-Only the mobile phone." The man replied with obvious fear.

"What about the rest? Where have they taken the goods they stole in the morning." The Inspector questioned, expressing his temperament that was ready to beat the living daylights of the man.

"I-In the third floor of Plaza Bazaar, the shop of…Kar…" The man stuttered as the Inspector motioned for him to shut up. The information was more than enough for him to know who it was.

'But, that shop is close to our jeep.' He frowned, making eye contact with the constable to see that he had obtained all the evidence. He then looked at the man, glaring at him, "If I see you doing anything beyond what you did before, I'll make your life a living hell. Understand?"

"Y-Yes," The man nodded weakly as he gasped for breath. The Inspector and the constable quickly retreated from the scene as they walked along the path to their jeep.

They hadn't arrested the man, for that was a stupid thing to do considering the situation. Even if they arrest him, another person would replace him the next day. The root cause of the situation wouldn't be solved.

And, despite knowing the root of the issue, the Inspector didn't take any action. For, the other party was backed by someone he couldn't offend. The moment he did so would his position be ripped off or some harm would befall his family. He had to do his job while ensuring he could see the next day with less of a frown.

So, all he could do was make sure the man wouldn't commit a crime beyond that of stealing. At least, the stolen goods would still circulate within the market and could be retrieved by them somehow.

The two of them soon arrived in the line of sight of their jeep to see there was no one inside. It was empty. The Inspector took his walkie-talkie, cursing, "Damodar, where have you gone?"

"Dammit," He cursed upon hearing his voice from within the jeep.

…

Re'Kha continued to look past the faces of the people that walked past, keeping attention on all the shops to see if she would find her target. Suddenly, she noticed the back of a familiar silhouette, shouting, "It's them!"

Damodar looked at the back of the individual she had pointed at, immediately recognising them as the culprits. He took his walkie-talkie, intending to report it to the Inspector when Re'Kha exited the jeep and chased after the two thugs.

"Curse this lady," Damodar jumped out of the jeep and chased after Re'Kha, intending to keep her safe. After all, if a civilian was injured while under their care, it would prove as a bad image for them. The media would overinflate it and talk crap about them, painting them as useless people that did nothing but eat taxpayer money. As the cause for it, he would be blamed. He would no longer get any promotions in the future.

Such thoughts resounded in his mind as the constable Damodar left the jeep in a hurry and chased after Re'Kha. In his hurry, he left the walkie-talkie in the jeep itself, for he used the same hand—that had been holding the walkie-talkie –to open the door.

Unconsciously, he dropped it while opening the door to chase after Re'Kha. He hadn't even securely locked the jeep. But, since it was a police vehicle, no one would steal it. And, it was parked in public, so no one would dare to do so unless they wished to make headlines in the newspaper the next day.

Re'Kha scowled, not because she was chasing after the two thugs, but because her body had moved automatically. It was the character taking control of the situation. That was why completing Quests on Earth was difficult. It was because the characters they played as took control at many times, also affecting their mode of speech, behaviour, etc.

Situations became complicated and most of the time, the characters they played as were weak, as if they hadn't exercised in their lifetime. If Re'Kha had been her real self, she would have already finished her quest by now.

Without wasting any time, Re'Kha ran after the thugs, soon closing in on them as she noticed her bag was still in their hands. They had just exited a shop that provided them breakfast and were walking on the road, about to enter a shop where they could sell the bag.