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Chapter 109 Chapter 109 Quinlyn glanced at the driver with an indifferent expression.

"Just like John said, you're an interesting kid," the driver smirked, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He looked at the to people behind her. “Are they with you? "Yeah, Quinlyn replied simply, not offering any further explanation.

"Alright, get in. John ordered sfood at the restaurant and is waiting for you, the driver said, waving them over without asking any more questions.

Quinlyn took the lead, and the three of them climbed into the car.

Meanwhile, on another street, Stanley crouched inside a van, controlling a drone that was following them. He grumbled. "You guys didn't letfollow, and it's fine. But why not even let Larry tag along?" That wasn't protection at all.

The others shared his frustration. Ella had to explain, "They're heading to a hideout for criminals. It's safer for Quilyn to have professional detectives escorting her. Besides, you and Mr. Hill stand out too much, which could raise suspicions" To go undercover, one needed to blend in and look ordinary. With Donny already standing out, adding Larry would just draw more attention, practically inviting suspicion.

Stanley finally fell silent, letting the drone fly ahead to pick up the signal. Soon, they could hear the conversation inside the CIT.

"Hey, Quinlyn, I heard from John that you just got into town. How did you already find two handsguys who look like they can handle themselves?" the driver asked.

"I paid them," Quinlyn replied.

"How much do they charge?" "Ten thousand a month each." "Wow, that's not cheap. Are they tough? Want to spar a bit when we get there?" "Sure, if the deal is sealed." 1 The driver laughed heartily, amused by her words. He kept chatting, and by the tthey arrived at the restaurant, his arm was casually draped around her shoulder as they headed upstairs like old friends.

This restaurant specialized in local dishes and was built on stilts. The private room on the second floor was hidden behind curtains.

Upon entering, they found a table laden with food. A slightly chubby middle-aged man with small, sharp eyes looked up. When he saw Quinlyn, the hostility in his gaze shifted to joy.

"It really is you. I thought maybe someone had gotten rid of you and was pretending to be you for a fishing scam," John exclaimed. He stood up with a smile and invited Quinlyn to take a seat.

His eyes briefly glanced at Bennett and Donny. But since the driver showed no sign of concern, he chose not to pursue the maller.

"Long tno see, John, Quinlyn said as she settled into the seat closest to the door. She grabbed a fork from the next seat and began to eat.

John was momentarily taken aback but then laughed even harder. He gestured to the others at the table, saying. Take note, 05:16 Mon, 24 Mar Chapter 109 guys. This is a kid who grew up on the derlands. You could learn a lot from her caution and awareness.

95% Quinlyn followed the borderlands practice of eating as if she might not have another meal soon. After finishing a plate of food, she finally said, "We can get down to business now." "Hey, take it easy. I've been looking forward to your arrival for ages, so let's make sure to do this right," John tried to reassure her.

But seeing her determination, he waved his hand in agreement and promised, “Alright, alright. Since you're here, I promise to find you a mom with a clean background. It'll be arranged in the next couple of days." "Okay," Quinlyn responded, unzipping her backpack and tossing a black plastic bag toward him. "Here's the payment." The bag hit the table and burst open, revealing stacks of cash. At a glance, there looked to be over a hundred thousand dollars.

This much? Where'd you get this money?" John was taken aback. He hadn't expected this at all. Traveling from the borderlands to the city wasn't cheap, and it wouldn't have been easy for someone her age to keep that much money hidden.

Quinlyn slowly sipped her drink without lifting her head. "I killed several people and took it." A brief silence fell over the dining table.

Donny and Bennett, standing behind her, along with those listening in from the car nearby, broke into a cold sweat. Wow, this kid really dares to say anything, huh? they thought.

It took John a moment to process what Quinlyn had said, and he quipped with a hint of amusement. Tonce asked you to join me, but you refused. I thought you weren't the killing type." No sooner had he finished speaking than the driver leaning against the door moved. He pulled a machete from the curtain. and swung it directly at Quinlyn's shoulder.

Watch out! Bennett and Donny both lunged to intervene, but the next second they found guns pointed at their foreheads. The machete whistled through the air toward Quinlyn's back. Bennett and Donny watched in horror, feeling the unbearable tension and fear as the gleaming blade neared her.

Bennett was about to shout, "Action!" But his words were cut off by warm blood splattering on his face.

A piercing scream echoed through the stilt house.

Quinlyn clanged tightly to the driver's back, her small folding knife buried in m his shoulder blade. Despite his ve painful twists and struggles, she refused to let go. The machete had already been dropped somewhere, forgotten. For a moment, John felt a chill run down his spine as he met Quinlyn's gaze across the table

The driver fell to the ground, powerless, begging for mercy. I'm sorry. Letgo. K'never do it again, Quinlyn please." He hoped the small bond they'd formed during the journey would earn ssympathy from her. Quinlyn was unfazed. She pulled the knife out forcefully and pressed it against his artery, looking up at John.

"Release them, and I'll let him go," she said, clearly referring to Bennett and Donny

"Alright, I'll let go. Don't get impulsive, John said. He then stood up, stepped over his seat, and pressed down on his subordinate's gun. "Look, I'm right here in front of you, within reach to stab. It was just a joke, I never intended to hurt you." That was only half true. Quinlyn knew that if she hadn't dodged that knife, she could have lost half an arm. So, it made sense that she had disabled the driver's arm as well She stood up, flicked the blood off the blade, then folded it and tucked it back in her pocket. With a cold expression, she Chapter 109 asked. "What do you want? It was clear this wasn't a typical business negotiation John dropped his casual demeanor and uniled. "What else? So many people in the borderlands wanted you, and I finally ran into you. Of course, I want to recruit you to work for me.

"Cjoin me. No one knows the borderlands better than you. If you're in, the position of my right hand is yours. Whatever I've got, you'll have too.

As he spoke, his smile faded, and his expression turned intensely serious.

That was when the task force realized it was a trap all along John had been after Quinlyn from the very beginning "No way! I'm going to rescue Quinlyn." Stanley ripped off his headphones, his eyes blazing with anger as he tried to jump out of the car.

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