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Chapter 196 50 Lunchtwas the busiest tof the day for the cafeteria. Everyone was busy preparing lunch, making a lot of noise, and occasionally, there were sounds of forks and bowls clinking When Quinlyn walked in, the line was very long. Speople were so hungry they couldn't stand it.

When they urged the people cooking to move faster, the response they got was, "Shut up. If you want to eat, make it yourself. Don't rush me!” Before this boy could finish his shouting, Quinlyn placed a tray at the window. The boy stiffened, ready to curse, but when he looked up and saw Quinlyn's face, he instantly shivered, feeling like all his bones and joints were aching.

"Serve me. I'm starving." Quinlyn said, and everyone else went silent.

The boy quickly uncovered the pots and ladled several spoonfuls of sticky stuff onto the tray, piling it up till it was almost overflowing.

However, when Quinlyn got her tray, she took a bite and immediately frowned, "It's awful" The next moment, with a loud crash, Quinlyn dumped the food on the boy's head. Sticky food smeared all over his face and body. "Damn it!" he shouted.

"Lick it clean," Quinlyn said.

"What?" The boy's eyes bugged out.

Quinlyn held up the tray and repeated, ck it clean." The boy said the swords to others yesterday. His fists clenched tightly, making a cracking noise. The boy, who usually solved problems with force, wanted to fight back.

But when he met Quinlyn's eyes, he felt a chill-he couldn't beat her. Faced with this undeniable reality, he could only choose to comply.

Under the watchful eyes of the people in line by the window, the boy bent down to lick the tray, feeling humiliated for the first tsince he arrived here. The whole ordeal lasted more than ten minutes.

When the boy finally lifted his head, panting, Quinlyn tossed her tray back into the sink and turned to the people in line, saying, "If you find the food bad, you can always do this." After speaking, Quinlyn got sfood and sat at the table to eat. Even though it tasted not good, this tshe didn't throw it away but ate it carefully, just like she usually did.

Speople only realized now that she was making an example for them and, encouraged by Quinlyn's presence, dared to make a move.

They threw the food at the second boy, and upon seeing his face full of suppressed anger, everyone felt a genuine sense of satisfaction and excitement. It turned out these boys were not intimidating after all.

That day, except for Quinlyn, almost nobody ate anything. One reason was the bad food. And they were so absorbed in the joy of revenge that they didn't notice their hunger.

"Nasty. Even a dog wouldn't eat this. Now, you finish it yourself." "Get down and eat, just like you madedo before." "You let us lick plates. Now it's your turn to lick them." 1/3 Chapter 196 Through the camera in front of Quinlyn's chest, all the observers saw this cruel scene. However, it was difficult for them to judge this act of violence.

The guys behind the window used to bully others for years. But now the roles changed.

This time, it was the past victims who were laughing, while the former bullies were the ones crying.

In the end, around twenty boys were dragged out, their faces bruised and swollen. As the crowd dispersed, they were left to clean up the mess.

Faced with such chaos and seemingly endless tasks, a few boys couldn't suppress their anger any longer.

Damn it. I'll kill her." One boy charged into the kitchen, grabbing a knife.

The others joined in, holding their weapons, eyes blazing as they rushed to room 402.

Quinlyn had already locked all the cell doors. So when the boys burst in, only she and Jareth, who was paralyzed, were in the room.

"Quinlyn, today it's either you orthat's gonna die here. If I kill you, I'm the boss-" He didn't even get to finish his sentence before an iron bucket slammed right into his face.

Quinlyn leaped out of bed, wielding an electric baton, and quickly dished out a brutal beating.

Ten minutes later, she had them tied up again, stood before the boy who started the fight, and reminded him, "Next tyou get into a fight, don't talk too much." Quinlyn thought, Stanley was right. In a fight, talking too much just leads to failure. It makes total sense.

This time, she didn't dislocate their joints but locked them up with Jareth, then went to another room to sleep. In the kitchen, cooks took turns at their posts, keeping daily life rolling along.

On the first day, the tied-up boys still had the energy to yell. But by the second day, hunger and panic set in. "We need foodTM they shouted.

Quinlyn was playing in the garden when she heard the noise and went over.

"We're hungry. We need to eat!" they shouted again.

"No." Quinlyn's blunt response made them realize something, and they started shouting even louder.

"If you let us starve to death, you'll be legally responsible!" They'd never given a damn about the law before, but now it was all they could talk about.

Quinlyn crouched outside the cage, eyeing them. "You've already done something wrong, so why shouldn't you die? If you die, I think the victims' families would be happy." Quinlyn didn't seem to be joking, and the boys thought she was insane. "We can't die because we're just kids." "Well, I'm also a kid," Quinlyn replied calmly. "If I kill you, the law will protect me. Your parents will forgivebecause I'm young." The boys were stunned and couldn't think of anything to say. "Damn it, if you've got the guts, do it now!" someone yelled in desperation.

But Quinlyn had already left, not giving them the quick end they wanted.

As night fell and the smell of food wafted in from the cafeteria, their hungry stomachs growled louder. Lying on the cold 2/3 16:23 Wed, 2 Apr N Chapter 196 floor, they began to shiver and slowly realized that death was approaching.

69% 50 Jareth was starving along with them, unable to move, forced to eat and relieve himself on the bed. He beca piece of rotting, stinking flesh.

The satisfaction he'd felt from killing his relatives turned into the om realization that death was truly agonizing, especially when he was in pain and starving.

The terrified screams he'd heard during the murders now echoed in med in his mind. He couldn't imagine how much pain they'd been in when they were being stabbed. Someone in the group started crying, their sobs echoing like a mournful song in the dim jail cell at night. "Dad, Mom. Save me." A boy who once enjoyed family happiness began to miss the parents he had scoffed at. "Please, I don't want to die." A once cruel teenager, who'd been indifferent to life and enjoyed tormenting others, began to break down as he gradually faced the reality of dying.

Meanwhile, Quinlyn, sleeping next door, had cotton balls in her ears. She buried her face in the blanket, dreaming of eating lollipops.

In the meeting room, Howard, on duty, felt his head pounding from the noise of the crying. Seeing Quinlyn completely unbothered, he couldn't help but murmur in admiration, "She does have a lot of patience." mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1