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Chapter 135 Chapter 135 ti Quinlyn was given a small single room in the village for the night due to her obedience.

78% +5 The woman who led her there and opened the door was very obedient. She not only helped her fetch water for a bath but also wanted to scrub her back.

"I can do it myself," Quinlyn refused. However, the woman didn't leave and instead knelt at the door. Here, women were undervalued, their main role being to serve others, with even less rights than servants.

After a few glances, Quinlyn allowed the woman to cin and scrub her back.

The woman seemed pleased, her rough face breaking into a smile. As she carefully wiped her back with a towel, she couldn't help but exclaim, "City folks have such soft and fragrant skin." Seeing only one bar of soap by the basin, Quinlyn knew the woman probably couldn't afford it. In water-scarce areas, baths were rare, and people often used spices to mask body odor, making the daily showers of city life unimaginable.

"Do you want to go to the city?" she asked.

The woman fell silent, shaking her head violently to indicate she didn't.

But Quinlyn sensed she wasn't unwilling, just afraid to speak.

"How many years have you been here?" she asked again.

The woman hesitated before honestly answering, "Two." Quinlyn was stunned. In just two years, an adult woman had been reduced to a puppet without thoughts, too scared to step out of the village or even remember to bathe.

"Do you still remember your family?" Quinlyn almost asked but held back. It would be too hurtful.

After her bath, Quinlyn joined Bill and the others in the yard for dinner. Black bread and lamb stew were the best meals here. She was glad she had extra lamb at noon.

During the meal, Bill tried a few times to ask about Yolanda, wanting to know if Barrow would really make a move, but Quinlyn pretended not to know.

"Don't forget who brought you in. Even when you're strong, you'll owe me. Now, you're just a little chick. Without us, you'll end up like that girl," Bill said.

The girl he meant was clearly Harriet. Quinlyn paused, meeting Bill's fierce gaze. "What happened to her?" she asked.

"You seem to care. Con, I'll show you what real hell looks like," Bill sneered, glancing at her before getting up and walking out.

Quinlyn finished her soup in one breath, grabbed the black bread, and hurried after him.

Tobias was amazed by her appetite. "So skinny, yet you eat so much. Where does the food all go?" Quinlyn, speechless, broke free. "I'm still growing." Tobias laughed. "You'll probably can't eat later and might even throw up." Quinlyn frowned but said nothing.

1/3 Tue, 25 Chapter 135 As night fell, the village remained bustling. More men were out, all heading in the sdirection. Quinlyn followed Bill through several streets until they stopped in front of a house with a hollowed-out facade. The numerous holes were filled with people craning their necks to see inside.

"Get up! Keep fighting!" "Look, she's crying, how amusing. I'm betting 30 dollars she'll die tonight." Amidst the clamor, Bill led Quinlyn to the main entrance. Behind the sealed iron bars, she spotted Harriet.

78% The girl's white dress was soaked in blood, and her body was covered in bite marks. Swounds were so deep that flesh Jand bone were exposed.

Sharing the enclosure with her was a gaunt, starving dog. After finishing the meat in its mouth, the dog, with blood-stained teeth, eagerly lunged at Harriet again.

"Somebody help me! Don't cnear, don't!" Harriet screamed and cried, desperately flailing with dry grass to fend off the dog, but to no avail. Another large chunk of flesh was torn from her.

Her anguished howl echoed within the cage.

"Shall we place a bet on whether your little friend will survive?" Bill asked Quinlyn maliciously, with a hint of threat.

He wanted her to be grateful to him. But he forgot that he was the one who brought her here, and Quinlyn wasn't afraid of such scenes.

After watching for a while and seeing no reaction from her, Bill shrugged and said, "Let's go." As they turned to leave, Harriet, in a frenzy, dragged her bloody leg over and clutched the bars. "Quinlyn, save me! Please, it hurts so much." "You've always helped me, so please do it again, okay? I don't want to die here, don't leavealone." She wept bitterly, her small frfrail and helpless, evoking pity.

Quinlyn turned back and gazed at her, but merely shook her head. "You're not worth saving." With that, she walked away, ignoring Harriet's desperate pleas, her steps unwavering. 'I can't adhere to the base's rules. I am not a good person,' she thought.

When Harriet betrayed her, Quinlyn becindifferent to her fate.

At night, Quinlyn secretly turned on her phone, intending to send a message to Bennett with the remaining battery. However, she found there was no signal and realized it was being blocked.

Unfortunately, she didn't have a computer to hack into the system. Within seconds, the battery was completely drained, the screen went dark, and the phone shut down automatically.

In this case, the tracker probably couldn't locate her either.

After thinking for a while, Quinlyn got out of bed and went out into the darkness.

Meanwhile, in the borderlands-based office, the special task force and Joseph were in a panic.

"Where did the signal break off? Stanley, we need to head there immediately. We'll find traces in the vicinity." Larry, with a grim expression, led the Hill family's security guards and got up to leave first.

2/3 12:11 e, 25 Mar Chapter 135 Stanley and Joseph followed closely behind.

"Don't be impulsive. The area is a desert wasteland where it's easy to get lost. You won't find your way without a guide," other investigators said.

"Then we'll get one." In the face of other investigators' attempts to dissuade them, Larry remained resolute.

Bennett also felt they couldn't wait any longer and asked local police officers to look for a guide.

The young officer scratched his head, appearing somewhat embarrassed, and said, “I'll help you find an informant instead." He sighed and seemed reluctant.

After all, it wasn't easy to cultivate an informant in this area. To deploy them without concrete evidence would likely result in failure, given the cunning of border criminals. This would not only waste their efforts but also risk exposing an informant. Finding people here was no easy task either, as informants usually stayed in villages and couldn't just vanish. Today, by chance, the informant was on duty, assisting police in apprehending another group, and even got injured in the operation.

"There's no way. He was sent to the hospital with a leg injury," the officer said.

After waiting for so long, only to receive this reply, Larry and his companions immediately rose, faces set, ready to depart in their vehicle.

"Hey, don't be so reckless. Wait a bit longer. There are ten-year-olds working as informants on the border, and sare doing a pretty good job. Maybe she can escape..." the young officer said.

"Shut up!" Joseph, unable to restrain himself any longer, grabbed the young officer's collar, his eyes behind ollar, the glasses turning red for the first time. "Since it's not your child, you don't care. You may not value those kids' lives, but don't apply that attitude to Quinlyn." 3/3 AD Comment Send gift No Ads Tue, 25 Mar mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1