Chapter 245 Grim Reaper


    Chapter 245 Grim Reaper


    Beny clenched his teeth, issuing a warning, “I’m telling you, hand over the antidote now, or you can


    forget about ever leaving Paradise Vige!”


    Wynter’s smile remainedposed as she responded, “Who said I’m leaving? I was actually nning


    to take a little trip to the vige council with that trash.”


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    What she referred to as “that trash” was none other than Hubert, whom the whole vige feared.


    Yarra had been stunned into silence since the altercation began, unable to process the unfolding


    events. Wynter’s swift actions had rendered her speechless.


    Even someone as cunning as Hubert hadn’t managed to stand up yet. Wynter’s fighting prowess


    extended beyond mere technique. She was well–versed in the art of targeting acupuncture points.


    Hubert shot Wynter with a re full of malice. “Do you honestly believe you’ll get away with this? I work


    for the government. You think you won’t be taken in for hurting me like this?” Wynter sneered back at


    him, her l*ps twisting with disdain, “I quite enjoy my trips to the police station. I’m just curious how much


    of a bounty they’d ce on a criminal as disgusting as you.


    Despite his rising temper, Hubert maintained hisposure. He secretly wished Wynter would take


    him to the vige council to settle the score. That way, even if she had some skills, she wouldn’t stand


    a chance of escaping.


    Not to mention, they had already dealt with the rookie who arrived a couple of days ago using their own


    tactics. Hubert remained silent.


    The Quirks household was in chaos. The elderly couple, Prisci and Nathan emerged from the inner


    room, their eyes pleading with Wynter. “Please, dear, give the antidote to our son. Yes, he’s made


    mistakes, but they shouldn’t cost him his life.


    “He’s just trying to provide for the family. We hill folks have it tough. I’m begging you, sweetheart!”


    Tears streamed down Prisci’s face.


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    Beny’s protests continued. “Mom, stop begging her. She’s as good as dead!”


    “Shut it!” Prisci reached out as if to grab Wynter’s sleeve.


    Nathan, however, remained surprisingly calm. He pulled out a whistle hanging around his neck and


    gave it a sharp blow..


    Chapter 245 Grim Reagan


    Immediately, the two wolf like dogs in the yard straightened up with their sleek ck fur shining in the


    night, their eyes glowed with a menacing bloodlust. Their fangs bared. The next moment, they leaped


    toward the house


    Yarra recognized the whistle and shouted a warning, trying to push Wynter away.


    But to everyone’s surpries, Wynter swiftly turned around and faced the approaching wolf- like dogs with


    a cold demeanor


    Her strikingly beautiful face seemed even more captivating Her eyes were oddly ringed with a reddish


    hue.


    Right at the doorstep, Wynter emanated amanding presence and an overwhelming sense of


    intimidation.


    Wynter just stood there, her injured hand outstretched with blood dripping onto the ground. Her long


    hair flew in the night breeze. She pressed her l*ps together as she uttered, F**k off.”


    Her voice was so faint that only Yarra could hear.


    In the dim light of the night, the two wolf–like dogs charging toward them suddenly stopped in their


    tracks. As if sensing something dangerous, they hesitated.


    When they finally faced Wynter, they crouched down on their hind legs before quickly turning tail and


    running away. Their fierce growls softened into whimpering cries.


    One of them, seemingly afraid of not escaping fast enough, almost tripped over itself in its haste.


    These two wolf–like dogs had been raised by the Quirks since they were puppies. The Quirks regrly


    fed them raw meat to make them aggressive. People in the vige would go out of their way to avoid


    them. Never before had these two dogs disyed such timidity.


    Despite Nathan’s continuous whistle–blowing, the dogs only ran faster. He called out, Biggie, Brownie,


    come back here! Now!”


    But they refused to listen. It just proved that sometimes animals‘ instincts were more urate than


    humans‘. They knew exactly who to confront and who to avoid. To them, Wynter was no ordinary girl.


    She was like the Grim Reaper.