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Chapter 187 29 Mar Chapter 187 * 80% "This is insane." Everyone thought Shirley had lost her mind. But Charlie, her father, immediately agreed to her demands and started making phone calls.

It was a case of one being willing to enable, and the other being willing to exploit. Many bystanders, fed up with the , pulled out their phones to record the scene.

Howard looked around and pointed at a garbage truck nearby. "Let's move that truck over here, just in case? As soon as he and Viola left, the crowd began to gossip.

"That celebrity is ruining lives. Look what he's done to this kid," "It's not his fault, though. Charlie spoils his daughter too much. He gives her whatever she wants. Last month, she wanted a new phone, so he went out in the middle of the night to collect trash to pay for it." "Really? Wait, I just saw a hospital logo on Charlie's bag. There's even a medical report, Oh my God, it says he's missing a kidney." "He actually sold his kidney? I heard him crying during an argument with his daughter, saying he'd sell his kidney to buy her a ticket. This is madness." Quinlyn moved through the crowd, picking up the medicine and medical records from Charlie's bag, The rumors were true. Shirley had driven her father to sell his kidney just to fund her obsession with a celebrity.

Quinlyn frowned, glancing at Charlie, who was still on the phone. She pulled out her own phone and sent a message to Luke, Raymond's manager. As she hit send, another wave of objects ccrashing down from the rooftop.

"Ugh, if she wants to die, fine, but why is she throwing stuff? Does she have no conscience?" Someone muttered. The next second, that mutter turned into a scream.

Everyone looked up and saw Yosef and another rescuer rushing toward Shirley, trying to pull her back over the railing. But she struggled fiercely, and the railing was too high. At one point, her foot slipped, and she dangled precariously over the edge.

"Oh my God, be careful!" The crowd below held their breath. Thankfully, Yosef managed to climb over the railing and pull her back to safety, earning a collective sigh of relief.

But before anyone could fully relax, Shirley let out a furious scream. "Don't touch me! Get away! I only want Raymond! No one can stopfrom seeing him!" She swung the megaphone, hitting Yosef on the head, then shoved him hard. Dizzy and off-balance, he stumbled backward, lost his footing, and fell from the building.

"Ahhh!" The crowd screamed in horror. But Yosef didn't hit the ground immediately. Instead, he crashed into an old air conditioning unit on the building's exterior. The rusted metal frgave way, and a sharp pipe pierced through his body, leaving him suspended in mid-air.

Blood began to drip down the pipe, and the crowd below was frozen in shock. Shirley on the rooftop stood there, stunned.

"It wasn't me! He was the one trying to grab me! I didn't mean to push him. Dad, Raymond, why isn't anyone saving me?" But no one cared about her now.

"What do we do? Call the police! This is a disaster!" "He's still moving! He's alive! We need to do something!" But the people below were just ordinary bystanders, and everything had happened too quickly. Neither the fire department nor the police had arrived yet. As the situation grew more desperate, a small figure suddenly started climbing the building's 1/3 Chapter 187 drainage pipe "What is that kid doing? It's dangerous! Get down! Ugh, why is she making things worse?" The onlookers, especially the older women, tried to shout warnings, but before they could finish, they realized Quinlyn was climbing with incredible speed and agility. In the blink of an eye, she had already reached the third floor By the tHoward drove the garbage truck over, the scene was pure chaos. When he learned what was happening, he looked up and saw Quinlyn, now on the fifth floor, climbing without any safety equipment.

Her small, frail frlooked like it could be blown away by the wind. His heart raced, but he quickly assessed the situation.

"She's right. Without an elevator, the pipes are the fastest way up. Let's go inside and meet her at the corresponding windows." Howard and his team rushed into the building, Yosef was hanging on the eighth floor, his survival instincts keeping him barely clinging to another air conditioning unit. But blood loss and excruciating pain were taking their toll. His face grew paler by the second, and his strength was fading fast.

He was on the verge of letting go. 'Is this where it ends?' he thought hazily, his mind drifting. Suddenly, he heard a voice calling to him. "Hey, stay awake! Don't fall asleep!" 'Who's that?' he thought. He forced his eyes open and saw a small, delicate face staring back at him. For a moment, he thought he was hallucinating before death.

The next second, Quinlyn hooked her legs around the drainage pipe, let go with her hands, and grabbed a piece of old electrical wire. She cut it with a small knife and tied it around her waist.

A gentle breeze carried the shouts from the crowd below. "Kid, be careful!" 'Climbing up eight floors on a pipe, letting go to work with her hands-is she performing a circus act? This is terrifying!' someone thought.

Even Howard, who had just reached the eighth floor and rushed to the window, broke out in a cold sweat. "Quinlyn, get inside! Lethandle this!" Howard stammered, still catching his breath.

"You can't. The unit's too rusted. It won't hold your weight," Quinlyn said calmly. She had assessed the situation before climbing up. She tossed the other end of the wire into the window for Howard and his team to hold.

Then, holding her breath, she focused on the rusted metal frabout a meter away. "When I cut the pipe, pull him up immediately." 'How are you going to cut through something that thick?' Howard thought she was being reckless, but before he could ask, Quinlyn leaped toward the air conditioning unit. His heart skipped a beat as the crowd below screamed.

The fragile metal frgroaned under her weight, sinking a few centiyards before stabilizing. Quinlyn lay still on the unit, calculating its remaining strength, then slowly inched toward Yosef. He was wedged in the gap, the pipe piercing through his abdomen.

"It didn't hit any major arteries. You're just losing blood, but you can survive," she said with calm certainty, giving him hope. "So, hold on. Don't let go." Their faces were so close they could feel each other's breath.

Yosef finally realized Quinlyn was real-and here to save him. Overwhelmed by pain and gratitude, he choked back a sob. "Okay, you be careful too." "I will." Quinlyn kept her breathing steady as she pulled a small glass bottle from her pocket. She uncorked it and carefully poured the liquid onto the most corroded part of the pipe.

Howard and Viola inside the window watched as white smoke rose from the pipe. Bubbles formed as the rust and metal began to dissolve. The air filled with a pungent smell. It was a highly concentrated acid-something Quinlyn had concocted 9/2 12:06 Sat, 29 Mar Chapter 187 drainage pipe.

"What is that kid doing? It's dangerous! Get down! Ugh, why is she making things worse?" N80%C The onlookers, especially the older women, tried to shout warnings, but before they could finish, they realized Quinlyn was climbing with incredible speed and agility. In the blink of an eye, she had already reached the third floor.

By the tHoward drove the garbage truck over, the scene was pure chaos. When he learned what was happening, he looked up and saw Quinlyn, now on the fifth floor, climbing without any safety equipment. Her small, frail frlooked like it could be blown away by the wind. His heart ced, but he quickly assessed the situation.

"She's right. Without an elevator, the pipes are the fastest way up. Let's go inside and meet her at the corresponding windows." Howard and his team rushed into the building.

Yosef was hanging on the eighth floor, his survival instincts keeping him barely clinging to anothecaim conditioning unit. But blood loss and excruciating pain were taking their toll. His face grew paler by the second, and his strength was fading fast. He was on the verge of letting go. 'Is this where it ends?' he thought hazily, his mind drifting. Suddenly, he heard a voice calling to him. "Hey, stay awake! Don't fall asleep!" "Who's that?' he thought. He forced his eyes open and saw a small, delicate face staring back at him. For a moment, he thought he was hallucinating before death.

The next second, Quinlyn hooked her legs around the drainage pipe, let go with her hands, and grabbed a piece of old electrical wire. She cut it with a small knife and tied it around her waist.

A gentle breeze carried the shouts from the crowd below. "Kid, be careful!" 'Climbing up eight floors on a pipe, letting go to work with her hands-is she performing a circus act? This is terrifying!' someone thought.

Even Howard, who had just reached the eighth floor and rushed to the window, broke out in a cold sweat. "Quinlyn, get inside! Lethandle this!" Howard stammered, still catching his breath.

"You can't. The unit's too rusted. It won't hold your weight," Quinlyn said calmly. She had assessed the situation before climbing up. She tossed the other end of the wire into the window for Howard and his team to hold. Then, holding her breath, she focused on the rusted metal frabout a meter away. "When I cut the pipe, pull him up immediately." 'How are you going to cut through something that thick?' Howard thought she was being reckless, but before he could ask, Quinlyn leaped toward the air conditioning unit. His heart skipped a beat as the crowd below screamed.

The fragile metal frgroaned under her weight, sinking a few centiyards before stabilizing. Quinlyn lay still on the unit, calculating its remaining strength, then slowly inched toward Yosef. He was wedged in the gap, the pipe piercing through his abdomen. "It didn't hit any major arteries. You're just losing blood, but you can survive," she said with calm certainty, giving him hope. "So, hold on. Don't let go." Their faces were so close they could feel each other's breath.

Yosef finally realized Quinlyn was real-and here to save him. Overwhelmed by pain and gratitude, he choked back a sob. "Okay, you be careful too." "I will." Quinlyn kept her breathing steady as she pulled a small glass bottle from her pocket. She uncorked it and carefully poured the liquid onto the most corroded part of the pipe.

Howard and Viola inside the window watched as white smoke rose from the pipe. Bubbles formed as the rust e and metal began to dissolve. The air filled with a pungent smell. It was a highly concentrated acid-something Quinlyn had concocted The content. is on novelenglish.net! 2/3 12:06 Sat, 29 Mar Chapter 187 for self-defense.

Viola's face turned pale. 'So, the kid I've been messing with all day has been carrying around a bottle of terrifying, chemical acid? Thank goodness Quinlyn's a good person, or I'd be dead! she thought, The pipe finally gave way. The wire tightened instantly, “Pull!" Quinlyn shouted.

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