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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.”

knocked out, blood in

was also

that woman?” He rubbed his sleepy eyes, confused at first, then remembered last night and sat up in

talking about?” Quinlyn asked him.

the three men in the car, so

understanding why he was in the car, and instinctively blurted

wasn’t surprised. She was the only one in the production crew who hated her enough

dead.

colluded with them to kidnap us, then

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chilly. “Are you her decoy to clear

back, too scared to utter a word.

“You actually think she will let you go after you saw her

head up, eyes brimming with shock and helplessness, the metallic tang in her mouth shifting to fear. “No, it’s impossible! Ms. Lynch would never

kick struck her, hurling her against the van’s wall. “Shut up! Tobias, gag these

of tape, and first sealed Quinlyn’s

came to Quinton, he shrank in fear but was

better learn from this girl. The quieter you are, the less you’ll suffer,” Tobias

wrinkled her nose at the odd tobacco smell–likely laced with

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

by the time we reach our destination, her price will drop. Ms. Lynch said this is our side job, and it’s

didn’t retort, focusing on sleeping instead.

rant, roughly taped Harriet’s

these bandits wouldn’t treat her like this if they knew she was here to help Yolanda.

much calmer, even

a stern warning, they untaped

to eat.

and Quinton devoured three plates of pasta each. And