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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

In the shadowy borderlands, a sleek sports car streaked across the dusty terrain, its engine roaring like a beast, with police cars hot on its trail, their sirens piercing the night.

The radio crackled with urgency. “The car’s carrying at least fifty kilos of drugs and a dozen kidnapped kids. Their parents. are wealthy, and these criminals not only demanded ransom but planned to sell the children afterward.”

“Filth!” The pursuing officer slammed his fist onto the steering wheel, flooring the gas pedal in a fury of determination.

But suddenly, a crowd of villagers emerged from the field’s edge, forming a human barrier. No matter how loudly the officer honked, they moved with deliberate slowness, obstinately refusing to budge..

Ellis Watson, the young rookie officer, leapt out of the car, fury burning in his eyes, ready to confront the villagers. But Drake Phillips, the seasoned veteran, restrained him with a firm hand.

“No use,” Drake said, his voice tinged with resignation. “These villagers have taken the criminals‘ bribes–they’re acting as lookouts. You’ll just get into a pointless spat.”

Ellis’s eyes widened in disbelief. “But lives are at risk! How dare they?”

Drake sighed, realizing they’d lost the chase, and began plotting a new route. “Why wouldn’t they dare? Being a lookout pays more than years of farming. The law doesn’t reach these remote places.”

Ellis pounded the steering wheel in frustration. Then he spotted a slender child among the villagers, perhaps only six or seven years old, standing with an eerie calm and composure.

In the end, the criminal’s car slipped away into the night. That evening, each villager pocketed a share of the illicit gains, with Quinlyn receiving the largest portion.

Quinlyn Yates was ten, but malnutrition made her look much younger. As an orphan, she wouldn’t have survived in the harsh borderlands without her wits and watchful eye. It was her quick thinking that had thwarted the police this time.

As Quinlyn ate dinner with the villagers, Floyd Crawford, their leader, approached with a sly grin. “Quinlyn, those big shots want to meet you. They’re inviting you for drinks. Can you take me along?”

Everyone wanted to ingratiate themselves with the criminals, but they had eyes only for Quinlyn.

soup in one gulp, picked up the

but dared not

a group of bandits prepared to leave the borderlands drinking and

henchman asked the boss, “Do you have a plan to bring Quinlyn with us? I heard several groups

up and out of

soon as he finished speaking, Quinlyn stepped inside alone. The burly men welcomed her warmly,

aside. “You still have hostages. Drinking can lead to trouble.

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so reliable. Everyone says if they want to cross the borderlands safely,

later, but don’t worry. With

leader boasted, Quinlyn slipped

of dirty kids huddled together. When they saw her, their faces

tape binding him with a knife, and calmly said, “Run along the mountain path behind the house,

in disbelief. “You’re

She quickly untied everyone, shushed them, and ordered them to

safely evacuated them. Once at the back of the house, he couldn’t help

secured the backyard and pried open a parked vehicle’s door. This time, she finally responded, “You go ahead. I’ll catch

to warn her of the danger, but the situation was dire. He didn’t dare delay any longer

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watching the children running away, Quinlyn carried a jug of liquor back inside and placed it

seal and savored the

get back, I’ll bring you

dragging Quinlyn into their criminal world; it made them

outside to sit

she could remember. Sometimes, she felt