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Chapter 196

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Lunchtime was the busiest time of the day for the cafeteria. Everyone was busy preparing lunch, making a lot of noise, and occasionally, there were sounds of forks and bowls clinking

When Quinlyn walked in, the line was very long. Some people were so hungry they couldn’t stand it.

When they urged the people cooking to move faster, the response they got was, “Shut up. If you want to eat, make it yourself. Don’t rush me!”

Before this boy could finish his shouting, Quinlyn placed a tray at the window. The boy stiffened, ready to curse, but when he looked up and saw Quinlyn’s face, he instantly shivered, feeling like all his bones and joints were aching.

“Serve me. I’m starving.” Quinlyn said, and everyone else went silent.

The boy quickly uncovered the pots and ladled several spoonfuls of sticky stuff onto the tray, piling it up till it was almost overflowing.

However, when Quinlyn got her tray, she took a bite and immediately frowned, “It’s awful”

The next moment, with a loud crash, Quinlyn dumped the food on the boy’s head. Sticky food smeared all over his face and body. “Damn it!” he shouted.

“Lick it clean,” Quinlyn said.

“What?” The boy’s eyes bugged out.

Quinlyn held up the tray and repeated,

ck it clean.”

The boy said the same words to others yesterday. His fists clenched tightly, making a cracking noise. The boy, who usually solved problems with force, wanted to fight back.

But when he met Quinlyn’s eyes, he felt a chill–he couldn’t beat her. Faced with this undeniable reality, he could only choose to comply.

Under the watchful eyes of the people in line by the window, the boy bent down to lick the tray, feeling humiliated for the first time since he arrived here. The whole ordeal lasted more than ten minutes.

When the boy finally lifted his head, panting, Quinlyn tossed her tray back into the sink and turned to the people in line, saying, “If you find the food bad, you can always do this.”

not good, this time she didn’t throw it away but

for them and, encouraged by Quinlyn’s presence, dared to make a

anger, everyone felt a genuine sense of satisfaction and excitement. It turned out these boys were

was the bad food. And they were so

this. Now, you finish it yourself.”

and eat, just like you

lick plates. Now it’s your turn to

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saw this cruel scene. However, it was difficult for them to judge

window used to bully others for years. But now the roles changed.

was the past victims who were laughing, while the former bullies were the ones

were dragged out, their faces bruised and swollen. As

seemingly endless tasks, a few

boy charged into

holding their weapons, eyes blazing as they rushed to room 402.

locked all the cell doors. So when the boys burst in, only she and Jareth, who was paralyzed, were in

room.

or me that’s gonna die here. If I kill you, I’m the boss-” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before an iron bucket slammed right into

bed, wielding an electric baton, and quickly dished out

had them tied up again, stood before the boy who started the fight, and reminded

a fight, talking too much just leads to failure.

them up with Jareth,

turns at their posts, keeping daily life

tied–up boys still had the energy to yell. But by the second day, hunger and panic set in. “We need

playing in the garden when she heard the

hungry. We need to eat!” they shouted

Quinlyn’s blunt response made them realize something, and they started shouting

given a damn about the law before, but now it was all they could

crouched outside the cage, eyeing them. “You’ve already done something wrong, so why shouldn’t you die? If you die, I