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Chapter 193 65% +50 At the dining table, Jareth eagerly began to share his so-called glorious past. He cfrom a single-parent family. After he started junior high, his father was always caught up with work, so he left Jareth in the care of Jareth's aunt in the city.

A smirk crept onto Jareth's face as he said, "She was nice to me, but she treated her own kids even better. That really got under my skin." With a gleam in his eye, he recounted, "So one day, I tricked my cousins into my room with snacks and ended their lives. Those little brats screamed really loud." He leaned closer, clearly reveling in the memory. "And to make sure my aunt would see, I even moved their bodies to the living room. You can't imagine the look of horror on her face when she opened that door." He added, "Then I pounced on her and took her life as well." Jareth had sharp, handsfeatures and stood tall, clearly someone who had been well taken care of. But when he talked about murdering his aunt and cousins, there wasn't a hint of guilt or regret in his eyes.

In fact, he looked proud, almost like he was bragging about a conquest. Quinlyn couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't looking at a human being, but rather a heartless beast.

As Jareth spoke of his horrible actions, the adults sitting around the table, watching from behind the camera, were horrified. They couldn't understand how such dark thoughts could cfrom a mere thirteen-year-old boy. This case had caused an uproar around the world, and the eventual sentencing had sparked heated debates. At thirteen, there was really just one option for someone like him-juvenile detention.

But now, hearing the depths of his twisted mind, the adults couldn't help but wonder, 'Who is the Juvenile Justice System really serving?' Dorian and Leander were quite bored by Jareth's graphic tales of murder, which he had repeated countless times. While they ate, the stories dampened their appetites. However, they were taken aback to see that Quinlyn's plate was already empty.

Jareth noticed this too, and for a moment, his storytelling paused. He reached out to stop Quinlyn as she attempted to leave. "Are you still hungry? Lettreat you to another dish while we continue our talk," he offered.

Quinlyn thought, 'Why refuse free food?' She was not full yet, so she sat down. Dorian and Leander volunteered to get more food, eager to put distance between themselves and the conversation.

Jareth's face loomed closer, those wolf-like eyes gleaming with curiosity as they focused on Quinlyn. He asked, "So, where are you from?" "The borderlands," Quinlyn replied.

"Who did you kill?" "Those who deserved it." "How many did you kill?” Jareth pushed.

"Countless." Jareth scoffed, "You think I'm gonna believe that?" Dorian and Leander returned. As Quinlyn continued eating nonchalantly, something in Jareth flared with irritation. He quickly shifted the conversation. "What about your parents? Wouldn't they watch over you?" 1/3 Chapter 193 65% +50 "I have no parents," Quinlyn said.

His interest peaked. "An orphan from the borderlands, huh? Were you so ugly they abandoned you? You know what that means, right? You're just a burden. How do you even survive?" "Matthew took care of me," she replied calmly.

"He taught you how to kill?" "No. Matthew was a good person; he was killed by bad people." "Where were you when that happened?" "I was nearby." "So, you just stood there and watched him die without helping? Or did you secretly enjoy it? What was it like? Did he bleed a lot? Did he lose any limbs? Did he scream?" "You can't let him go on asking like this!" yelled Howard sharply from the conference room, his expression filled with displeasure. "It's psychological torture. Nobody can take this without breaking. Glenn, we need a guard to intervene." Glenn said calmly, "This is only the beginning, Howard. If she can't handle it, all our efforts are wasted." Howard fell silent, suddenly recalling that he was the one who had strongly recommended Quinlyn for this. He slumped back in his chair.

In the conference room, everyone wore serious expressions, equally anxious to see if Quinlyn could withstand this ordeal.

On camera, laughter filled the air for a moment before quieting down. The boys were clearly intrigued by Quinlyn's life in the borderlands and bombarded her with questions.

"I heard it gets really chaotic over there. More murders? Who else got killed?" "A lot," Quinlyn replied. "A female teacher died in her second year there, her pregnant body found floating in the river." "She must have been raped. You look upset; why didn't you save her? You're useless; if it were me, I would've killed them." Quinlyn said, "I misled those who had raped her into the hands of criminals. The criminals killed them.” "Didn't those criminals do anything to you?" "I encountered swho wanted to sell me. They lockedin a train with another girl who was kind to me." "Did she die too?" "I helped her escape; she should be with her family now, very happy." "Boring. The criminals actually let you go?" "They didn't let go; I was kept for a long tand beaten every day. One day, I pretended to be dead. When they opened the cage, I killed them and escaped." "You must be bragging. How could you kill them at such a young age?" The boys laughed, their disbelief evident. Meanwhile, the surveillance room fell into a heavy silence; no one dared to speak.

Howard squeezed his eyes shut as his brows knitted together. He had investigated Quinlyn's life in the borderlands before but never realized how horrific it was.

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The boys might have brushed her words off as lies, but as a member of Special Operations and an expert in criminal investigations, he understood the truth hidden in her tales. One could never create such detailed fabrications. He didn't know how many people in the room believed her, though.

Glenn remained silent, and everyone else held their tongues. Mealthad already passed, yet Jareth wasn't ready to let Quinlyn go.

(50) Jareth said, "You've shared a lot. I really want to believe you're tough. But others might doubt your skills. Why don't you go there and teach her a lesson?" He pointed towards the girl whose tray had just been knocked over by him. She was now being kicked in by a few other boys.

It was clear the girl had already been dealt with; her hair was a mess, and her clothes were soaked.

"Don't worry. This is my territory," Jareth said, leaning back, relishing taken the spectacle, "I've taken care of the guards-they're too scared to step in.

Do whatever you want, Quinlyn." Quinlyn looked at the girl and then back at Jareth, her expression unwavering. "Why should I have to prove myself by beating her up?" Jareth blinked, taken aback. "Who else do you plan to hit then?" Quinlyn's eyes met his gaze, steady and fierce. "You."

Before Jareth could react, Quinlyn leaped onto the table and kicked him. hard, sending him crashing to the Ο floor. Then, with swift precision, she grabbed a plate and smashed it against his limbs. Jareth's scream echoed in the air, mingling with the sickening sound of bones shattering. Quinlyn held the plate gracefully as she declared, "From now on, I am No. 1." mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1