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Chapter 258

Chapter 258

“Wah, Dad, Mom!” The boy cried, gasping for breath, unable to hear anything

Nearby, someone noticed the commotion and was calling the police shoulder.

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But Jason showed no intention of leaving; he stood behind Quinlyn, grinning and saying, “I declare this kid ran

into my chubby friend. You owe an apology and a thousand bucks, starting now! One, two...”

“We'll pay, we'll pay. The parents scrambled up, pulling their son to apologize repeatedly.

“Are you satisfied now?” Jason didn’t even look at them but patted Quinlyn’s shoulder.

She glanced up at him, noticing the anger had faded from his eyes, and nodded. ‘It wasn’t a big deal, really, she

thought.

Only when the sound of sirens echoed in the distance did Jason take Quinlyn away, casually grabbing a phone on

the way

out,

“People don’t carry cash anymore; that’s a bit of a problem,” he explained, expertly avoiding the police as he

turned down an alley.In a blind spot of the cameras, he transferred the thousand bucks somewhere and tossed

the phone out the window.

That phone was the latest model, worth a grand; the car crushed it, shattering the screen instantly.

On the way, Jason's stomach acted up. After buying smedicine, he felt miserable, the heavy smell of chili

making him

sneeze.

“This place isn’t fun anymore. I'm out, never coming back. Hey, Quinlyn, | can’t drive. You take the wheel,” he

said, pulling her over without giving her a choice.

They switched places, and Quinlyn touched the steering wheel hesitantly. “I don’t have a license. She worried,

following Stanley’s advice against driving without one.

“No worries. You're my hostage; you have to listen.” Jason waved his hand, looking worn out as he slumped in his

seat.

“Ill teach you. Just focus ahead and press the right pedal. Let's go!”

The car slowly rolled forward down the main road.

Quinlyn had driven manual before; this felt easier. Gradually, she found it fun and began to speed up.

“The left pedal is the brake; just don’t go too fast at intersections. See? You're getting it..

Jason cranked up the car's music, punk rock blaring through winter streets, lifting everyone's spirits. He couldn't

help but sway along.

He watched Quinlyn smiling, bobbing her head in rhythm, and reached out to touch her fluffy hat.

“Feeling happy now?” he asked.

Quinlyn looked at him. “I wasn’t unhappy.”

“That's a lie. When that chubby kid said you had no parents, you totally deflected.“Quinlyn went quiet; he

noticed everything.

“Yeah, it's uncomfortable, but it’s just a bit,” she admitted, having mostly forgotten about it. Jason squeezed the

bunny ears on her hat, growing serious.

“Why ignore your feelings? You had a tough time, couldn’t speak your truth, so you subconsciously choose to

forget. Does

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forgetting really make the pain go away?”

Quinlyn stared ahead, momentarily confused; no one had asked her that before, but it felt accurate,

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When she was little and hungry, she'd cry, but Edward struggled so much. He'd carry her door to door, often

receiving, nasty words for no food by the end of the day..

After he was gone, she cried, but no one listened, so she stopped crying.

“Crying doesn’t solve problems,” she explained quietly.

“So what? Shouting is better than bottling it up. Or just take action. If someone wrongs you, make sure their

parents don’t recognize them.”

Jason let go of her hat, turning to pinch her cheek lightly. “Never let yourself be bullied, and speak up if you're

unhappy, got it?”

Quinlyn winced a little but managed a soft ‘yeah.

“Now that’s more like it,” Jason said, satisfied, leaning back comfortably. Just as he fished out a cigarette and lit

it, a tiny voice piped up beside him.

“Don’t smoke. The smell is awful.”

Jason froze, speechless.

Quinlyn turned and winked at him, reminding him that expressing how you feel is important.

Jason just sighed and closed his eyes, realizing he was forced to quit smoking.

The mountain roads ahead were narrow, but they widened after a while.

As Quinlyn listened to the music and took in the scenery, she felt relaxed, only to be jolted when they hit a

pothole and blew a tire.

“Whoa! What's happening, an earthquake?” Jason was jolted awake, still dazed.

Quinlyn hit the brakes, carefully steering the car to the side of the road. Once the handbrake was engaged, they

got out to

check.

“Who put nails in the road? What a jerk!” They spotted several nails still upright, making Jason curse loudly.

As Quinlyn bent down to clear the nails, a group of people suddenly rushed out from the roadside.

“Don’t touch our stuff!”

Quinlyn stood up quickly, realizing the group wore unusual outfits and wielded sickles and hoes, eyeing them

menacingly.

Jason hurried over, pulling her back. “You okay?”

Quinlyn shook her head. “They put the spikes down.”

Jason frowned, glaring at the locals. “You put these down to rob us?” When they nodded, he instantly pulled out

his gun.

But an older man stepped forward

confidently. “You've been chose

blyou pact Sry when the

nbil$ disappear can our village rid

itself of bad fortune.” The content is

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Quinlyn blinked, not understanding a word.

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Seeing Jason's expression, though, she sensed something was off.

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He spoke up, “We're stranded in the middle of nowhere; our car is broken. Let us leave, or you're sending us to

our deaths”

“At least tell us where to go nearby.” He suddenly softened, no longer anger-driven.

The old man looked down at him,

disdainful. “You can't Sater og m

village. Keep foloihdthe road,

ahother village lies over the next

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Jason turned and walked away without needing them to push him out.

Quinlyn glanced back at the villagers, then quickly followed. “Can’t you take them on?”

She wondered, ‘No way, he had taken down those guys at the hot pot place alone!

Jason adjusted Quinlyn’s hat, leading

her up the mountainside on a narrow

path. “These ethnicgrogpsive bp

inthe AUS and have unique

rituals. When conflicts arise, they can

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‘More rituals,” Quinlyn frowned, unable to understand.

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