Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 228 The Totem Tattoo

The bearded man suddenly released the steering wheel after closing the distance with the people ahead. He lunged at Isabelle, attempting to grab the knife.

When the car stopped, the people on the roadside immediately sprung into action. The broken–down- looking car also started up quickly, attempting to intercept their vehicle.

However, before they could surround the car, the driver’s side door suddenly swung open, and someone kicked out the bearded man.

Isabelle kicked the person out of the car and quickly switched seats to the driver’s side. She took control of the steering wheel and swiftly closed the door.

With a push on the gas pedal, she veered away from the car trying to intercept her and sped towards that dangerous place….

Isabelle’s car was intercepted at the entrance.

Alcott was a polarized region. The poor were so impoverished they could starve on the roadside, while the wealthy lived in extravagant luxury day after day.

The enormous gap made people’s hearts greedy and sinister.

Inside, it gathered all sorts of people: big drug lords, arms dealers, and businessmen seeking excitement and wealth.

Here existed countless unimaginable and unspeakable business dealings that challenge one’s understanding.

Inside, the various factions were delineated, with guards at every entrance and exit demanding payment.

Isabelle rolled down the window and handed over a stack of money.

The per

person preparing to collect the money noticed the delicate, fair–skinned hand offering it. It was clearly a woman’s hand.

He followed the hand and looked into the car. Through the windshield, he saw the incredibly beautiful face of an Ardon girl.

looked at her like a hungry wolf,

alerted his companions.

guards at the entrance turned to look, discarded their cigarettes and stood up,

car.

was so

only the girl in the car, they were slightly surprised but didn’t pay much attention. After all, regardless of her identity, everyone was treated

them surrounded the car, their

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a pure Ardon, she could fetch a sky–high price, especially since they were currently short on resources. They hadn’t expected someone like her to knock

Instead, they knocked on

someone impatiently reached his arm inside the car, aiming to grab the car keys from the ignition.

and the car ploughed through the roadblock, charging

window and was dragged for a distance before he fell

struggled to his feet, watching as the

the higher–ups. We’ve got an Ardon woman who just barged in. We must find her, this kind of prime resource can’t get away.”

stalled and couldn’t be restarted.

abandoned the car, proceeding on foot deeper into the

cannabis and poppy plants being

originally an extremely insular tribe that survived by cultivating these plants. Later, it was targeted by drug

indigenous features, such as wooden houses

of resources, and its status as a lawless area, all factions here were known for being fiercely territorial,

the border, unknowingly becoming

dead by the roadside before they even entered. Many of

fell, Isabelle, alone, was like a lamb entering a tiger’s den.

encountered on the road stared at her with hostility, and some even followed her openly,

those people had a totem tattoo on the side of their necks–a red one, about