Chapter 911: Chapter 605: Master Sliver [14] The Slap in the Face Arrives, Though Late [11 Updates]

That afternoon, the group of professors who had just gotten a bit of clout by riding on Nora Scott’s popularity suddenly all spoke out together.

Same wording, same timing, same attitude.

First they @-ed actress Nora Scott and Zero, then, in very humble wording, said that they were shallow and ignorant, really couldn’t understand Nora Scott’s blueprints, and not only misunderstood her, but also vented online and caused her a negative impact. Now they were sincerely apologizing and hoped to receive Nora Scott’s forgiveness.

And finally——

[Granny Nora, we’re sorry.]

When the onlookers saw the first part, they were merely shocked and started to fill in a whole drama in their heads; by the end, their brains were left with nothing but question marks.

???

Professors, did someone hack your accounts?!

A week ago, this batch of professors spoke out in unison to denounce Nora Scott, causing an uproar.

A week later, the same batch of professors posted an apology letter, and with just that "Granny Nora," they successfully crashed Weibo.

[So this is actually a serialized melon? I thought I could use this chance to completely nail Nora Scott to the wall, okay!]

[Did the academic circle get bought off by Nora Scott?! It’s over, it’s over! Now it’s all over!]

[The slap in the face came late, but it came.]

[Hahahaha fans can finally breathe; Granny Nora, what is your problem, can’t you let the haters’ carnival last a bit longer?! It’s only been a week and you’re already rushing to slap faces?!]

[This woman is poisonous, right? I thought after this incident she’d be banned across the whole internet. And in this situation, she can still counterattack from the brink of death?! And even stir up an even bigger show!]

[Professors, sirs, your accounts have been hacked, hurry up and come out to clarify ahhhh!]

[What the hell is Granny Nora? No need, no need, really no need.]

[Haven’t been online for a few days and my idol has already been promoted to grandma? That’s a little too fast. [melon][melon][melon]]

...

The onlookers’ carnival.

The haters were once again pressed down until they disappeared without a trace, while Nora Scott’s fans said they had long become Buddhist about it, too lazy to even bother with controlling comments or fighting back against smears. Anyway, Nora Scott has a weird protagonist buff on her; time will prove everything for her.

*

Over here, the experts, flushed with shame, posted their apology letters and then collectively uninstalled Weibo.

Unless absolutely necessary, they probably won’t log in again for the rest of their lives.

——No other way, they could only bow their heads to an evil force like Biel Hall.

——Nora Scott is a grandma they cannot afford to offend.

Deputy Llewellyn got collectively roasted by the experts; the theme was "If we’d known Nora Scott was the Hall Master of Biel Hall, we’d never have thought she was some rookie." Deputy Llewellyn just smiled without saying anything. Their complaining and attacks were like a scratch to him.

Because——

If he didn’t help cover for Nora Scott, how could he have watched such a spectacular show?

On the other side.

Career-focused Nora Scott had no idea what was happening online. Instead it was the three grown men, Frank Ford and the others, who were idly scrolling on their phones, accidentally eating the melon of "professors collectively apologizing," and then sharing it with each other. Since they were sitting together, they would chat about it from time to time.

The melon was pretty addictive.

Nora Scott’s melons were interesting to begin with, but seeing those aloof, proud professors apologize en masse... that was really something.

Especially that "Granny Nora" line; it was simply the finishing touch of the whole melon.

——If it weren’t for that added "Granny Nora," this affair probably wouldn’t have as much heat as the initial denunciations. Coupled with the nature of the internet, Nora Scott’s black marks would likely have been impossible to wash off by then.

"Shall we go?"

Nora Scott, having finished talking with Shaw, walked over.

The three of them simultaneously put their phones away.

As they were heading out, they happened to run into the experts’ group that was about to go conduct a field assessment. When the group saw Nora Scott, it was like they’d seen a ghost; they all avoided her gaze, acting ridiculously fake.

"What’s going on?" Nora Scott moved a bit closer to Pedro Langley and asked in a low voice.

"They all posted on Weibo to apologize and called you granny."

"...Oh."

Nora Scott instantly got it.

She swept a glance around and didn’t see Daniela Esteves among the experts, which made her suspicious, and at the same time she had a bad premonition.

Speak of the devil.

They hadn’t even reached the door when a car suddenly pulled up, almost right in their faces, slammed the brakes, then the door flew open and someone tumbled out in a rush, anxiously shouting, "Captain Ford!"

Ryan Ford frowned. "Something happened?"

The words "something big happened" were practically written all over this person’s face, making everyone tense up.

"Captain Ford, someone saw Assistant Carter and Master Sliver being kidnapped. Their car was abandoned by the roadside and they’re nowhere to be seen. Some villagers said they were taken away by a group of people who got out of several cars." The man was so anxious his mouth had gone dry.

"Did you call the police?" Ryan Ford asked.

"Yes," the man said quickly. "I came over to report to you."

In broad daylight, under a clear sky, Assistant Carter and Daniela Esteves were kidnapped, and the kidnappers weren’t even afraid of being seen. It was simply lawless.

The experts were in an uproar.

Ryan Ford’s brows knit together as he took out his phone to make a call.

Thomas Langley and Frank Ford were out of the loop and confused, while only Nora Scott and Pedro Langley, who had guessed something, exchanged a look, their expressions meaningful.

"It’s already past three."

Nora Scott took out her phone and glanced at the time.

Still no message.

She’d just been about to say she didn’t know whether things had gone smoothly or not when both of their phones rang one after another; they each stepped aside to take the calls.

Before long, Ryan Ford finished his call and walked back with a grave expression. "I’ve already sent someone to investigate. For now we don’t know what their goal is. It’s risky to go out now. This afternoon’s field trip is canceled. Everyone, go back and rest. It’s best if you stay in the villa and don’t wander around."

The experts all voiced their agreement.

At a time like this, best not to cause trouble.

Saving people was the priority.

"Miss Scott, do you want to stay as well? Someone might be targeting members of the expert group." One professor took the initiative to curry favor with Nora.

Nora hung up, paused when she heard the professor’s question, and said, "No need."

"If by any chance—"

The professor wanted to persuade her further, but Nora cut him off.

"My master is the number one of North Fist, a grandmaster of his generation in the Martial Arts World." Nora reported the title loud and clear.

Professor: "..." I’ll stop bothering you, goodbye.

He’d originally wanted Nora to stay so they could discuss some issues later, but she refused so directly that he had no choice but to leave, disgruntled.

"Your Martial Arts World has titles like that?" Hearing the commotion, Frank Ford darted over in a second, eyes shining.

"A couple of old geezers just slapped them on at random."

Anyway, they’d given themselves the titles, and anyone who refused and came to smash the place up had never managed to win. In a Martial Arts World where fists did the talking, they could only tacitly accept those titles.

Frank Ford: "..."

Oh. That really is pretty casual.

Without chatting with Frank any longer, Nora and Pedro Langley swapped intel.

Pedro Langley: "The Durant Family took the bait."

Nora: "So did the Ford Family."

Robert Durant’s people completed the transaction smoothly, got their hands on a batch of counterfeits, and were currently on their way back.

On Johan Ford’s side, he exposed the setup on the spot and dragged out Butler Fong and Ivan Ford. Now that the police had arrived, they’d turned over both the goods and the people to be handled by the authorities and were fully cooperating with the police investigation.

The surface objective was achieved.

The two exchanged another glance, their expressions gradually darkening.

Pedro Langley: "No Alexander Vaughn."

Nora raised a brow. "Same here."

They hadn’t sent many people to the overt trades, but around both transaction sites they’d planted a bunch of hidden operatives. Each person’s phone had Alexander Vaughn’s information loaded in, and they’d memorized his face. But not a single one of them had spotted Alexander Vaughn.

The only conclusion: Alexander Vaughn simply wasn’t there.

However, at the same time, Biel Hall and Johan Ford’s people were both launching surprise raids on the various hideouts according to the original deployment—Biel Hall had obtained authorization for the operation beforehand.

Now it all depended on what the raids turned up.

Of course...

There was still a sliver of hope left here.

By now, Ryan Ford had calmed the experts down and made two more calls. Spotting the two of them, he walked over and urged, "We don’t know who they’re after. You two should stay here as well."

"It probably has nothing to do with us." Nora shrugged.

"..."

A glint of suspicion flashed in Ryan Ford’s eyes.

"As far as I know, Master Sliver isn’t refusing to reveal her identity because she wants to play some reclusive master." Nora tilted her head slightly, lips quirking. "It’s that someone, in order to find her, put her on a pedestal, hoping she’d show herself, so they could achieve a certain goal."

Ryan froze.

He narrowed his eyes and sized Nora up.

How did she know that?

Could it be that she knew the real Master Sliver?

It wasn’t impossible.

After all, behind Nora stood Biel Hall, and Biel Hall was an organization that specialized in intelligence. What others might not be able to dig up, Biel Hall might. But what Biel Hall couldn’t find, no one else would, either.

His brows drooped slightly as Ryan pondered for a moment, then spoke earnestly to Nora: "This is a matter of life and death. I hope Biel Hall will lend us a hand."

"Here."

Nora raised two fingers and handed Ryan a card.

Ryan took it and looked closely, only to find it was a Biel Hall promo business card.

Ryan: "..."

Fuck.

So the process still starts with downloading the app.

"Download the app and contact the local manager. Tell him I sent you." Nora said lightly. "He’ll negotiate the price with you."

"..."

Ryan’s face went green.