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Chapter 220

Chapter 220

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The value of fifty years of life doesn’t need calculation. Offering not just life but also the formula is more than enough to stir chaos on the island.

There was no response from outside the glass room, leaving Quinlyn the only one composed.

Xena and Warren both opened their mouths to speak but stayed silent. Quinlyn stood at the pivot point on the balance beam, looking at no one.

Logically, the Hunter should be in the room because she was valuable. Generally, Hunter’s rules were that they could dispose of their prey as they liked, but now the island’s owner was giving her a chance to turn the tables.

One person had been on missions with her and had saved her life, while the other had faced life–and–death situations with her since childhood. She hoped she was wrong.

The loudspeaker overhead crackled twice, and a man’s deep voice came through. “You’re lying. There are no fridge magnets.”

“Are you sure? I only made one batch of the serum. The time is too short.” Quinlyn’s voice was calm, her eyes like deep pools staring outward as if she could see into the man’s conflicted heart.

Suddenly, sulfuric acid started dripping from above, splashing onto the balance beam on either side. The wood was quickly corroding.

“Since you won’t make a choice, I’ll help you speed it up. You were supposed to pick one, Quinlyn,” the man said, slamming down the speaker. He was determined not to let Quinlyn get the upper hand this time.

Quinlyn glanced left and right, noticing the acid was dripping slowly. She made a quick decision. “Come over here! Hurry!” It’s better to get a few burns than to die.

To make sure they moved at the same speed, she added, “I’ll count to three, and we go together. One, two…”

Warren was pretty calm, already getting ready to run. But Xena was shaking, terrified of the acid.

Just before the next wave of acid fell, Quinlyn finished counting. Warren sprinted over. Xena tried to follow, but she slipped after a few steps. “Ah! Quinlyn…”

and saw her fall. She lunged forward, but Warren grabbed her.

and the air filled with

was gone, her flesh churning in the pool, quickly turning to bones, then to a puddle of blood. The water calmed

Warren said softly,

much, just looked a bit pale.

rope

made it. He held Quinlyn with one arm and grabbed the with the other, slowly being pulled out of the

blue light flickered on their faces. Instead of cute clownfis dolphins swimming

Warren asked Quinlyn, noticing she had been silent and expressionless

then said, “I know I have no right to say this, but if it hurts, you can cry.” It was better than this.

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looked at him, then noticed his feet. They had been barefoot during the test. Stepping on the acid had left his feet a mangled, bleeding mess,

him to run back and balance the plank again. The

hoodie and bandaged his feet. Then she helped him up

make conversation. “We should be safe now. We’ll be out of here soon. Have you thought about whose

Glenn isn’t safe either. He’s a good guy, but he’s on a different side,” he kept talking, trying to distract Quinlyn

walked, she

I did it because of

dead end. They hadn’t made

yet?” Warren thought, ‘This can’t be

in the

straight down with a huge rock tied to its feet, not far from the end of the tunnel. The light was blurry, but they could just make out that it was an old man.

the glass, pounding on it with all her

man drifted closer, hanging

about to happen. “Quinlyn…” For the second time, he grabbed