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.

her like a hungry wolf,

alerted his companions.

discarded their cigarettes

car.

even more stunning. Her skin was so flawless that it

but didn’t pay much attention. After all, regardless of her identity, everyone was treated the same once inside

car, their faces filled with

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The Totem

they were currently

took the money but had no intention of letting her go. Instead, they knocked on the car window, signalling

window opened a small crack, and someone impatiently reached his arm inside the car, aiming to grab

and the car

for a distance before he

man struggled to his feet, watching as the

who just barged in. We must find her, this kind

and couldn’t

car, proceeding on foot

the way, she could see cannabis

an extremely insular tribe that survived by cultivating these plants.

such as wooden houses and

the mix of people, scarcity of resources, and its status as a lawless area, all factions here were

the

ones were robbed, assaulted, and left dead by the roadside before

Isabelle, alone, was like

her with hostility, and some even

totem tattoo on the side of their necks–a