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Chapter 128

People who stayed in the borderlands for a long time, due to years of ultraviolet radiation and wind–sand exposure, had distinct appearances.

If Quinlyn hadn’t been fed well after moving to the city, she might have been mistaken for a relative of the kidnappers.

But she could recognize their accents immediately. Their speech was a mix of various dialects, none standard, having gradually lost their original language system for communication convenience.

At four in the morning, the car finally left the urban area and got on the expressway. They changed drivers at the intersection.

Quinlyn touched Quinton beside her, finding him in a deep sleep, unable to escape. First–time ether users have no resistance; he wouldn’t wake up until noon.

Thus, Quinlyn sent a message to Larry: [On the highway. Will take inland provincial roads. Let Bennett deploy surveillance. I’ll inform you of any suspicious people.]

After Josh’s gang was arrested in Yocriton, his subordinates knew nothing about this. Josh knew the transportation routes and checkpoint details. The clues vanished at the borderlands.

The enemy was cautious. In Quinlyn’s view, there were only two or three human traffickers with such a large business.

One, called “Tooth,” had once kidnapped Joseph and other rich kids but was ruled out by the task force.

This time, if the mole was in the glamorous entertainment circle, it fit the lending criteria.

From the kidnappers‘ tone, the commander was a woman. Women selling women had a natural edge and were likely Josh’s partner.

At nine in the morning, the vehicle turned off the highway onto a bumpy dirt road.

“Ouch…” Quinlyn heard a noise from the backseat, opened her eyes, and sat up, coming face–to–face with Harriet.

“Quinlyn, where are we? Who are you people? Let me out!” Harriet looked at her, then quickly focused on the unfamiliar scenery outside, tearing open the curtain to reveal endless farmland.

The man next to her, just starting his shift and still sleepy, slapped her without thinking. “Shut up, or I’ll kill you.”

out, blood in her mouth, and

also awakened.

eyes, confused at first, then remembered last night and sat up in

talking about?”

noticed the choke marks on his neck, which weren’t from the three men

not understanding why he was in the car, and instinctively blurted

only one in the production crew who hated her enough

dead.

with them to kidnap us,

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her

Harriet shrank back, too

at Harriet’s foolishness. “You actually think she will let you

brimming with shock and helplessness, the metallic tang in her

these brats,” the man barked, prodding

of tape,

Quinton, he shrank in fear but was calmed by Quinlyn’s reassuring

quieter you are, the less you’ll suffer,”

at the odd

backseat and lifted the bruised, tear–streaked Harriet, he glared at the man who had

swelling doesn’t go down by the time we reach our destination, her price

focusing

roughly taped Harriet’s

She had to admit these bandits wouldn’t treat her like this if they knew she was here to

much calmer, even somewhat

stern warning, they untaped

to eat.

Quinlyn and Quinton devoured three plates of pasta each. And they wanted