Chapter 113
Chapter 113
Linda had just been roughed up. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes half torn, and bloodstains marred her farm
“She took off with your card, and I only caught her at the station. I should have warned you sooner you can give them too much freedom,” John said, madging Linda with his shoe, making her flinch in fear.
“Scared, but you still dared to run? Do you think your debt to me is a joker Quinn, how about we put her on the wheel for few spins first?” John asked.
Linda’s eyes widened in terror. Soaked and clearly just dragged out of the pool, the pleaded, “Please, don’t hit me anymore. I just missed my daughter so much. I won’t do it again. I swear, Ms. Yates”
She reached out to grabs Quinlyn, but Quinlyn dodged her. “If she didn’t want to be my mom, just sell her and give me the money, Quinlyn said and calmly stepped over Linda.
John paused mid–bend. “Sell her?”
“Yeah. Is there not this service?” Quinlyn tilted her head.
“Of course yes,” John replied, realizing Quinlyn had seen quite a bit during her time in the borderlands. He sat down comfortably and laughed. “To be honest, this will be our main business going forward,”
At this, he called out to someone outside, “Hey, bring them in
Just as he finished speaking, the beaded curtain was pushed aside. A subordinate came, holding a dog leash, followed by about eight young women walking in single file. The booth quickly felt crowded.
“Kneel,” the subordinate ordered, jerking the leash. The women, forced by the pressure around their necks, bent their knees and knelt on the marble floor.
John surveyed them, a satisfied look on his face. This batch looks good.”
“Lately, there’s been a gambling scheme happening that’s sucked a lot of people in. Many are selling their wives and daughters, and we’re overwhelmed, the subordinate said.
Sneaking a glance at Quinlyn, he continued, “We need to sell those goods fast. I’m wondering when Quinn’s heading to the borderlands–mind if I tag along to learn the ropes?”
“Get lost, like you’d have a shot at that.” John laughed and scolded him, then turned back to Quinlyn.
Quinlyn stood up and walked over to the group of girls. “Is this the “goods you’re selling?”
John offered a mysterious smile, resting his chin on his hands. “Yeah. What do you think?”
Honestly, the scene felt absurd. It was a flashy place, and a kid was being asked about selling a group of girls. It seemed almost like a twisted game, but the darkness of the subject added a chilling undertone.
Bennett knew Quinlyn was kind–hearted and feared she might accidentally reveal too much, so he stayed tense.
Then they noticed Quinlyn bending down to pick up one of the dog leashes, seemingly intrigued by the quality of the leather.
Suddenly, one of the young girls on the ground burst into tears. “Please help me I’m not here by choice. Let me go, and I’ll work to pay back the money.
She looked up, her delicate face streaked with tears, appearing pitiful and fragile in the dim light
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Bastards! Bennett and Donny couldn’t help but clench their fists, growing increasingly worried that Quinlyn might soften towards the girl.
But in the next instant, the girl’s neck was abruptly tightened. With a snap, Quinlyn yanked the leash, drawing the girl closer despite her reddened face and severe coughing. She reached out and touched the girl’s face.
“Her skin is tender and smooth, and she smells nice, unlike those from the borderlands. She should fetch a good price” Quinlyn remarked.
John laughed heartily. “These city girls are fresh and lively. If you see one you like, feel free to take her.”
Seeming to enjoy Quinlyn’s checking the “goods,” John was feeling especially generous.
The girls all looked up at Quinlyn with hope, thinking that being with this kid had to be better than being sold to some old
guy.
But Quinlyn shook her head, barely glancing at them. “They’ll just run away again. Better to sell them off.”
“Okay, whatever you say,” John chuckled, then asked her when they’d be leaving
Quinlyn thought for a moment before saying, “Tomorrow
“Oh, that’s cutting it close,” John frowned. Worried Quinlyn might change her mind, he instructed a henchman. “Go get the contracts for them to sign, then load them up and head out immediately.”
The transaction was double–secured. With the seller’s signature on the same page as the buyer’s in the contract, they were tightly bound; the buyer couldn’t easily back out,
The girls cried and struggled, unwilling to sign. But in the end, they couldn’t resist the henchman’s firm grip pressing their fingerprints down.
“All set, John. I’ll take them out now,” the henchman said confidently as he packed up and prepared to leave, taking Linda
with him.
Quinlyn watched them leave the booth, hearing Ella through her earpiece. “Once we’ve got all the victims out, we’ll make our move. Stay sharp and hold tight until we’re in,” Ella said.
Bennett and Donny exchanged a tense glance, ready for action
Unaware he was walking into a trap, John ordered a champagne tower and invited Quinlyn to watch the tacky stage performances with him.
Once the booth was fully open, everything around the pool came into view. Some of the behavior was genuinely revolting
Quinlyn watched without any expression, her eyes surveying the surroundings: four floors, four guards at the elevators and hallways, and inside, eighteen people.
Including John’s men, there were a total of twenty–eight people on this level. An emergency exit was located at the back, and there were private booths for hiding.
Continuing to scan with her peripheral vision, she suddenly noticed a red light flashing from the back of a phone on the table. The ringing shattered the quiet, shrill and urgent.
John instinctively reached out for the phone as Quinlyn sprang into action. The silver fork she had snatched from the fruit plate earlier stabbed swiftly into John’s hand,
Blood instantly welled up, and John threw his head back, letting out a scream of agony.
At the same time, his men and the venue’s security quickly noticed the commotion and drew their weapons, rushing over.
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“Oh crap, move” Bennett shouted, reacting a bit late. He lunged toward the booth’s edge, kicking out John’s underlings trying to force their way in.
The phone’s incessant ringing was jarring. It had clearly been a warning–the underlings outside figured something was off Once the fight broke out, chaos erupted.
Quinlyn blended into the crowd, wielding her fork like a weapon to fend off the gun–toting henchmen.
In the midst of the melee, the henchmen were hesitant to fire for fear of hitting the wrong person. They never expected Quinlyn to silently slip behind them. By the time they realized, their hands were already disabled.
Screams and cries filled the air, drowning out the music inside. The men and women in the pool scrambled ashore, flailing about like panicked chickens.
In the chaos. Donny shouted, “John’s escaped“”
“Donny, don’t chase after him!” Bennett turned back to stop Donny but was too late. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Donny running toward the passageway,
The next moment, a small figure darted after him.
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