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Chapter 220 Chapter 220 +68 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 cthrough. "You're lying. There are no fridge magnets." "Are you sure? I only made one batch of the serum. The tis 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. "Cover here! Hurry!" It's better to get a few burns than to die.

To make sure they moved at the sspeed, 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..." Quinlyn turned and saw her fall. She lunged forward, but Warren grabbed her.

A huge splash erupted, and the air filled with a sharp, corrosive smell.

Quinlyn stared down in shock. Xena was gone, her flesh churning in the pool, quickly turning to bones, then to a puddle of blood. The water calmed down again after just a few seconds.

"Sorry," Warren said softly, pulling Quinlyn up.

She didn't react much, just looked a bit pale.

rope Then a rope dropped from above. Warren knew they'd made it. He held Quinlyn with one arm and grabbed the with the other, slowly being pulled out of the room.

Outside was an artificial underwater tunnel. The dim blue light flickered on their faces. Instead of cute clownfis dolphins swimming overhead, there were massive great white sharks.

"Are you okay?" Warren asked Quinlyn, noticing she had been silent and expressionless since earlier.

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

1/3 08:18 Thu, 10 Apr Chapter 220 100% Gog Quinlyn 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, bone visible in splaces.

Even if he hadn't stopped her, it would have been nearly impossible for him to run back and balance the plank again. The most likely outcwould have been them all perishing.

Although knowing that, Xena's death still hurt. Quinlyn cut open her hoodie and bandaged his feet. Then she helped him up and they started walking out.

Warren felt bad and tried to make conversation. "We should be safe now. We'll be out of here soon. Have you thought about whose plane to take? That formula is super important. You should keep it as your own lifeline.” "Handing it all over to Glenn isn't safe either. He's a good guy, but he's on a different side,” he kept talking, trying to distract Quinlyn like Raymond would.

But as Quinlyn walked, she realized something was off.

"Actually, I did it because of you-" Warren stopped mid-sentence.

In front of them was a dead end. They hadn't made it out.

"Why? Is the gnot over yet?" Warren thought, 'This can't be possible!' The next second, a figure appearing in the distance confirmed Warren's worst fears.

In the dim light, a figure fell 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.

"Edward..." Quinlyn suddenly let go of Warren and rushed to the glass, pounding on it with all her might. The thick tempered glass only echoed with a dull thud.

Warren was stunned, thinking he might be seeing things. But as the old man drifted closer, hanging by his neck, he recognized that face-it was definitely Edward.

Suddenly, a great white shark swam over from the distance. Warren realized what was about to happen. "Quinlyn..." For the second time, he grabbed the kid and covered her eyes.

But unlike the last twhen she was silent, this ther emotions burst like a flood. "Letgo! Edward, no..." She scratched and clawed at him, acting like a truly terrified ten-year-old. Warren held her tight, wishing he could block out all the sounds too.

He thought, 'She can't see this. It's too cruel for her.' The sound of the sharks' repeated impacts lasted for a while before it stopped. By the tQuinlyn broke free, the fish had already scattered.

She lay against the glass, staring at the empty rope, the few pieces of floating clothes and the red blood mixing in the water-that was the last image of Edward in this world. She slowly knelt down, curling herself into a ball, unable to stop the flood of tears. She cried helplessly, like a real child.

Warren stood to the side, feeling like he was wrapped up in heroverwhelming sadnes Hom He thought, What the people want? Are they trying to drive her crazy?" After what felt like forever, the girl on the ground seemed to fall asleep.

o these But when Warren walked over, he saw her eyes wide open. "Quinlyn, we gotta go," he said, his voice hoarse. He couldn't think of any words to comfort her.

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He thought, 'Nothing I say will help right now. Getting out of here anch surviving is all that matters! Put as he reached out to pull her up, a small hand slapped his hand away. Warren froze, looking down into a pair of eyes filled with coldness and suspicion.

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