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Chapter 223 Chapter 223 Warren was speechless.

He couldn't find anything obvious about it.

Finally, he, who was way less intelligent than Quinlyn, figured it out.

100% (+68) Warren said, "So, you figured out that Edward was an imposter and then you discovered everything and decided to play dumb?" "Yes, Xena." Quinlyn paused for a moment before continuing, "The gwas designed to makefeel sad and hurt. So it would only end if I played along It suddenly dawned on Warren that Quinlyn didn't hate Xena for a legit reason.

He asked, "He wasn't Edward. Then why did you..." He wanted to ask Quinlyn why she killed Xena.

He didn't finish his words but Quinlyn understood it. However, she didn't answer.

For the first time, Quinlyn returned to the building the wealthy man had given her and threw herself onto the bed, falling fast asleep.

Tonight's turmoil and exhaustion had completely drained her.

Warren didn't press her any further. After treating his wounds, he quietly guarded the living room.

She slept until dusk. The setting sun streamed in and the door finally opened.

Quinlyn woke up. Wearing clean clothes, she walked out with a calm face, showing no sign of the near-death experience and emotional breakdown she had suffered in the glast night.

Warren asked, "Where are you going?" Quinlyn said, "The lab." Warren asked, "But what about the boss?" Quinlyn said, "I'll do it later." Warren followed her back to the original lab.

The data and information had been searched thoroughly, but the materials were all still there.

He glanced at the refrigerator in the lounge. "There's no maon the fridge." Quinlyn said, "I lied to them." Warren was speechless.

He thought, 'Okay, she really got snerves.

Quinlyn put on her gloves and goggles and started to work.

She said, "But the formula is incomplete." 1/4 UO.19 Chapter 223 Warren was speechless again.

He wondered if he should bow down to her.

Quinlyn knew she was in her enemy's territory so she was always alarmed and cautious.

After noticing Xena's strangeness, she wouldn't easily reveal her trump card.

Warren leaned closer to her, watching her skillfully mixing all the materials.

He asked, "Are you trying to develop the real potion now?" Quinlyn's hands paused and she murmured, "Uh-huh." Warren raised an eyebrow, guessing what she was up to, and a flicker of anticipation crossed his face.

Another gaming tournament was about to happen on the island tonight.

Who knew how many more would die in the jungle, in the tunnels, inside the countless glass rooms? They would vanish without a trace. Their cases would be cold cases for the police. No one would ever know they ended up on this island, hidden from even satellite surveillance, being playthings for the rich and powerful.

Their final resting place would be the bellies of sharks.

Quinlyn walked into the hall again and took the glass elevator to the top floor.

As the door opened, she was greeted by a burst of flowers and ribbons.

Someone said, "Congratulations, Quinlyn.

"You are the first resident of this island who is able to leave here.

"Givethe potion, and any of the inviters' planes will be your resting place for the rest of your life." A long table was in the hall, surrounded by a lot of people.

The person who just spoke was apparently the owner of the island.

He was an elderly foreigner with silver hair.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, apparently paralyzed, with a device assisting him to communicate verbally.

No wonder he was never seen walking around on the island.

Quinlyn walked over to him and placed the box on the other side of the long table. She said, "I'm not leaving." The foreigner said, "Okay." Quinlyn said, "I killed the hunter. No one in this country can do anything aboutnow.

"Also, this is the only place I can achieve my goal with my skills." She briefly explained the reason why she stayed here, but almost no one present believed her.

After all, she had been so determined to save people here and escape from here.

However, the next second, she opened the box, turned it around, and showed everyone the rows of potions inside it.

Chapter 223 Quinlyn said, "I will give each of you one injection of these for free on one condition.

"Let my companions leave." 11 Everyone's eyes were involuntarily attracted to the potions and their eyes glowed. The desire made their mouths dry. They wished they could get the injection immediately.

It meant fifty years of life more.

The old man at the other end of the table figured out her plan.

He said, "You don't want to be controlled by anyone and you don't want to be someone's accessory.

Quinlyn nodded. "Yes, I want to buy my freedom with these." Light flickered in the old man's eyes.

If it hadn't been for his disabilities, he would have applauded Quinlyn.

Quinlyn was rational and smart. She knew that even if she escaped, she would only beca tool controlled by someone else.

With such talent, she would sooner or later be caught in another round of competition. So she thought it would be better to stay in Ideal Land.

With fifty more years for each person, she could appease the greed of the rich and get a place to live.

That made sense.

The old man asked the others, "What do you guys think?" The others had no objections. In another fifty years, Quinlyn might be able to create stem cells that made people immortal. They wouldn't even have to wait fifty years.

It could also reduce unnecessary disputes. It was perfect. Only three people disagreed.

Someone suddenly said, "William, we have a dead." It was the person who helped Xena deal with Quinlyn.

Only then did the old man remember them. He began to mediate. He asked the three tycoons who om disagreed to apologize to Quinlyn in exchange for a place in line for the potion. Quinlyn glanced at them indifferently, her face expressionless.

She said, "It doesn't matter. They'll have it, too." However, her words alarmed everyone.

The three tycoons looked at her suspiciously.

But the potion would be tested anyway so there was no possibility of fraud.

An hour later, the researchers tested each dose. After ensuring its safety, a doctor stepped forward and prepared to give everyone an injection.

Everyone hesitated again.

festivo, and there was Edward as a living example, the previous gstill made 08.19 Thu, Tu Apr Chapter 223 them skeptical They wondered if Quinlyn hated them and resorted to skind of mysterious measures.

Rich people feared death and naturally becvery alarmed.

The crowd immediately began to yield to each other because no one wanted to be the first to get the injection.

Quinlyn watched them quietly, her dark pupils like an abyss, betraying no emotion.

She had been distracted a lot and lost in thought since the glast night. Suddenly, a young voice rang ly a young out from the crowd. "Then let young people go first." Quinlyn cback to her senses, startled to see the tall figure walking from a corner. Raymond said, “Beautiful lady, do I have the honor of having you givethe injection?" Despite the mask, Quinlyn knew he was unmistakably that annoying guy based on his voice and mannerisms.

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Quinlyn blinked slowly, unsure why he was here, and simply nodded inm response to his words. She turned around, took out a bottle of portion, and drew it into the syringe. Soon, the portion entered Raymond's vein.

Raymond hissed.

He was surprised that he was actually getting an injection. He thought it would be enough to just play along.

But it was done. It was a bargain anyway.

He stood up and gave Quinlyn a gentlemanly salute. "Fifty years! I'll take them." Warren, who was standing next to him, twitched his mouth. He thought, 'Where did this queen cfrom?' Thanks to Raymond, the others all rolled up their sleeves to get the injection after they watched Raymond go to drink and play games.

Quinlyn watched as the medicine pushed into the bodies of the rich with her eyes dark and glittering.

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