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Quinlyn was yanked from the vehicle, the gunstock smashing against her forehead with a resounding crack.

Her vision immediately turned crimson. A hulking man kicked her, then bent to snatch the document case from her arms. "Barrow, the goods are here." Barrow took it, patted the case, and sighed. "Without real stuff, we couldn't flush you out, Quinn." This was the first the'd used her codename, a nod to her skills.

Quinlyn's head spun. Leaning against the car to slow her bleeding, she asked, "What did I do wrong?" Barrow was reluctant to see her calm. "You did nothing wrong. I knew you were an informant from the start. Josh's last call was to me. He mentioned betrayal and a 'kid.' The killer also reported a child at the scene.

"You may noy know, but Josh always spoke highly of you during border deals. When I saw you, I connected it to his death. Coincidentally, you weren't at school when he died." In the information age, anything could be uncovered. Quinlyn had been invisible on the border, but once registered in the city, she becvisible.

"But Josh was right-you're a promising talent. Why oppose us?" Barrow asked.

Quinlyn lowered her eyes, silent.

Barrow mounted his horse. "Send her to the dog-fighting arena." He rode off without a backward glance. Quinlyn was dragged back to the village. Bill and the others, now sober, glared at her and kicked her away.

As they moved to attack further, the henchman stopped them. "Barrow wants her sent to the arena, not killed here." Bill, though furious, had to restrain himself. Seeing her bloodied and struggling to rise, he gritted his teeth and went to Barrow to confess.

He had been merely a pawn in the scheme, completely in the dark.

Many women doing laundry saw Quinlyn being dragged into the village. They stared, wanting to help but being held back by companions, watching through windows with worry.

The dog-fighting arena had an extra match tonight.

"Really? Great! The last woman died too quickly, it was boring. Who's next?" "What the heck, isn't that the new girl... What did she do? Barrow's trying to kill her!" The crowd's excitement turned to shock as they recognized Quinlyn, thinking she was Barrow's new sidekick, only to becdog food.

As the big man threw Quinlyn into the arena, the crowd felt a chill and feared Barrow even more. But their interest was piqued again.

"I bet 30 dollars she won't make it through the night." "I bet she'll last an hour." "Ten minutes!" The arena buzzed with excitement. People who had talked to Quinlyn or given her candy now watched her like cattle, eager 1/3 12:12 Tue, 25 Mar Chapter 139 to see her torn apart.

78% +5 The arena still reeked of blood from the last match. Quinlyn was glad, as her own bloodied state would otherwise make her the dogs' main target.

In the corner lay Harriet's white dress, likely dropped when her body was dragged out. The two had arrived together and were now in the scage, destined to die together.

But Quinlyn refused to die. Even in her last moment, she'd fight to survive.

When the dog was still licking the blood, Quinlyn ignored her injuries and attacked, stabbing it in the neck with a sharpened spoon handle.

The blood splashed. The dog howled in pain, then whimpered and collapsed.

The men outside were stunned. After several seconds of silence, the crowd erupted.

"Whoa, she turned the tables!" "Awesome! Quick, put in a new dog!" It seemed that the fight would never end. New dogs were constantly released, forcing Quinlyn into relentless life- and-death battles.

No one had ever defeated a dog before, yet tonight, everyone witnessed the impossible repeatedly.

As the night deepened, the crowd's voices grew hoarse, with seven cheering for the dogs.

However, despite the mounting pile of dead dogs in the cage, Quinlyn remained standing.

Eventually, the arena-keepers stepped in to halt the match. "We've hit the dog-death limit for today. Can't break the rules. Cback tomorrow," they announced.

The crowd, though disappointed, knew further matches would be meaningless.

Quinlyn's victories weren't due to brute strength but tactics. After killing the first dog, she used it as bait to lure and kill the second and third, and later used Harriet's white dress to blind and slay more.

As more dogs fell, she resorted to bleeding each one, causing such chaos that incoming dogs couldn't distinguish between her and their fallen comrades.

She had turned this hunting into a game. Though it was interesting, the men found it not thrilling enough.

The men left, still buzzing about the unprecedented match. But in the cage, Quinlyn was in rough shape.

By the eighth dog, she was running on fumes, barely keeping upright. She knew showing weakness would mean more dogs attacking her.

Dragging herself to the wall, she slumped down, her consciousness fading.

Suddenly, a bucket of cold water jolted her awake.

The pain from her head wound throbbed intensely. She grabbed sblood-stained straw to wrap around herself; getting a cold now could be fatal.

"Still clinging to life? No wonder they say you're tough, borderlands-bred.

is-bred Proud to outsmart ixel Bilfspat, kicking the cage. He nursed a red slap mark on his face, seething with hatred. 2/3 Je, 25 78% Chapter 139

Everything had backfired: Josh's business was taken by Barrow, leaving him jobless and humiliated, el alt thanks to Quinlyn. He said, "You staying alive serves a purpose. The ambush at the deal site tonight will nab all those cops."

"I heard your so-called brothers are among them. You're quite a player, but none of them will see tomorrow's 11te sunn'll tell you more once they're gone, just to watch you squirm,” he hissed. Only this would soothe his vengeful heart.

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