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Chapter 195 In recent days, the cells in the juvenile detention center had all been opened. Those who were previously controlled by Jareth and his group were also freed.

Assigned to cook, the youths nervously looked around the prison, now empty of guards and instructors. Their hearts weighed down with fear as they worried about making mistakes.

Yet that evening, the tired boys, weary from setting up the electric fence, still managed to find trouble.

"You can't even wash the dishes properly? They're all sticky" "You wantto eat this terrible thing?" "Why hasn't anyone picked up the plates? Move faster, or you're gonna get it.” Quinlyn sat among the chaos, watching them bully the weaker inmates while staying quiet. Others surrounded her, chatting cheerfully.

"Quinlyn, you're a total genius. This is an awessetup; we have a whole team of free workers at our command; one of them said.

With a mouthful of food, Quinlyn replied, "It'll be even better once the electric fence is running "Do you have any more tricks up your sleeve?" Quinlyn smiled but didn't respond. Meanwhile, the adults looked worried.

After three days of hard work, the electric fence was finally finished. The moment the power was turned on, the youths burst into cheers, celebrating their success.

But then, standing behind them, Quinlyn pulled out an electric baton. The sound of the baton hitting flesh went mostly unnoticed until five or six of them collapsed, which made the others realize what was happening. They asked, "Damn it. Quinlyn, what are you doing?" "Cleaning house,” she said coolly. Without hesitation, Quinlyn wielded the baton expertly. Even the elite soldiers from the 901 Military Base would struggle against her, let alone this group of moderately strong boys.

"Stop!" they cried out. Instantly, the cheers turned into screams of despair. The electric batons crackled as they knocked out more people.

Quinlyn looked around and saw the enslaved youths backing away in fear, while most of the girls were screaming loudly. Quinlyn grabbed burlap sacks and tossed them to the youths. "Bind them up," she ordered.

The enslaved youths exchanged confused glances, eyeing the rope, then the motionless boys, thinking they must have misheard.

Quinlyn added, "Move quickly; if they get their strength back and fight back, you'll be the ones tied up." Her words carried a sharp warning. They immediately grabbed the rope and rushed outside.

Half an hour later, the troublemakers were tied up and left on the cafeteria floor. "Quinlyn, what's this about? Are you turning against us?" one asked.

Quinlyn simply nodded. "Yeah, you're useless now." The youths were momentarily speechless. Betrayals weren't new to them; after all, they lacked a moral compass. They just hadn't expected to be betrayed.

1/3 17:19 Tue, 1 Apr Chapter 195 Quinlyn opened a file in her hands and said, "Now, let's take attendance. She lined up the group into two lines. "The left side will be in charge of cleaning every day. The right side gets a break" Everyone stood in stunned silence. They never thought they would be treated in such different ways. "Why should we listen to you?" a voice from the left asked.

Quinlyn set down the file and looked at the speaker with calm confidence. “Because I am stronger than you Her response silenced the dissenter. In a world without adult supervision, violence was the law. Quinlyn was the strongest among them.

In the conference room, Howard carefully reviewed the list and said, "Her way of dividing them is based on whether they committed crimes voluntarily or under coercion.

"Those who chose to break the law, no matter how severe, must work, while those forced into crime, even murderers, can rest." This straightforward logic turned out to be effective. The kitchen duties were assigned to the toughest of the boys. Initially, they resisted and were unwilling to cooperate. "You can't tell us what to do," one of them shouted. Quinlyn targeted his arm, dislocating his joint right in front of the others. She then moved on to the second, third, and fourth defiant boys. Screams echoed through the cafeteria once again.

A minute later, Quinlyn reattached their arms and moved on to dislocate another. Then cthe legs. Just the sight of Quinlyn approaching made everyone shake, and their pleas for mercy spilled out uncontrollably. "We'll work. Just don't hurt us. I beg you." But Quinlyn showed no mercy. In less than half an hour, the boys felt as if they had endured a nightmare. They were drenched in sweat, and swere in so much pain that they had wet their pants.

Quinlyn said, "Starting tonight, you will work. No sleep until your tasks are done." Although they felt pain, their limbs were not swollen. Aside from the risk of dislocations from rough movements, they were still able to function.

That night, the once proud boys, who thought they had taken control, found themselves reduced to scrubbing the cafeteria floor, cleaning up the food they had previously thrown at others, the spit they'd flung around, along with the trash they had discarded.

Quinlyn gathered those on the right line and assigned them to stay in a few nearby rooms.

*** A new day began. Even though there were no guards, the loudspeakers in the facility kept working like usual. Quinlyn's voice echoed through the halls. "I will check the cleanliness; those who don't pass will be punished." Previously, instructors had had to coax and beg the stubborn inmates, but now, with one command, everyone quickly filed out, barely taking the tto straighten their clothes.

By the break of day, the juvenile detention center buzzed with activity. Those normally compliant inmates from the right line, who had no tasks assigned, found themselves a bit lost as they woke up.

Holding a megaphone, Quinlyn walked through the corridor, acting like an adult. When she saw them, she suggested, "Shall we play a game?" Twenty minutes later, a few groups could be seen jumping rope.

Quinlyn had never organized a group activity before. In her tat Manldon International School, she primarily spent her 2/3 1 17:19 Tue, 1 Apr A Chapter 195 days in the classrooms. She could only recall the games from her childhood in the village.

Although she was moving stiffly, she showcased her impressive jumping skills. An unexpected silence fell over them.

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After finishing a round, Quinlyn found the activity fun. Feeling excited, she turned to call the others, "Cjoin us Her invitation felt more like a command.

The memory of her earlier tactics lingered in their minds, instilling fear, so they all joined her true to their youthful nature, they quickly started to fit in.

Before long, laughter echoed through the air, and smiles began to light up their faces. They started to experience a sense of freedom that they had never known before. Comment Send gift No Ads AD mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1