Capítulo 175: Intermediate Hacking Skills Rewarded!

At the collection point, Noah's eyes scanned the area.

The place was bustling with activity. People hurried to collect or send parcels, and the sound of trains was constant in the area.

'Why would he pick this place?' Noah thought, observing the chaos.

It was the perfect blend of anonymity and congestion.

Even if Tyrell or one of his crew had attempted to trail the ghost, they'd have been swallowed by the sheer number of bodies moving in and out of the station at some point.

The collection point itself was tucked into a corner of the station, the environment was busy meaning it was perfect for Ghost.

Rows of PO boxes lined the walls, each with a small keyhole and a faint label etched into the metal.

Noah's gaze landed on box number 10, the box where Tyrell placed the items.