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Chapter 194 A gentle breeze flowed through the doorway as sunlight spilled over the flowerbed in the yard. The flowers were in full bloom, showing off their bright colors.

However, the cafeteria was wrapped in a heavy silence. Inside the conference room, surprise swept through the attendees.

"Is it okay to inflict this kind of violence on the inmate? Glenn, this goes against our original intent." A dissenting voice spoke up.

But Glenn kept his cool, saying, "What is our original intent?" "To educate and change them.

"Does that really achieve anything?" The speaker hesitated, unable to respond.

Glenn looked around, coolly assessing the group. He said, "Since we chose this place for our experiment, Quinlyn's breakdown or the unfortunate losses among the juvenile offenders are not under our control.

"This is just the beginning. If this is too much for you, there's no point in staying here any longer." Howard, sitting at the far end, stifled a laugh. Just moments ago, he had been outraged, but now, it was a relief to hear Glenn's words. They had indeed been too lenient with the juvenile offenders, even forgiving scum like Jareth.

Meanwhile, in the cafeteria, the youths stared in alarm and disbelief. They were completely unprepared for Quinlyn's outburst. "Carry Jareth back," Quinlyn ordered sharply as she walked toward a group of boys.

She then pointed at the girl and said, “Now she ranks the second." When Jareth regained consciousness, he found himself lying on his bed. "The pain is unbearable." He moaned, every minor movement sending sharp waves of agony through his body. Twisting his face in distress, he yelled, "I need a doctor!" Quinlyn, hearing the commotion, sat at his bedside. "There are no doctors; you scared them away, remember?" Seeing the one responsible for his situation, Jareth's eyes darkened with hatred, and he glared at Quinlyn through gritted teeth. "I will kill you." "If you can manage to get up first." Quinlyn casually played with his arm, making him cry out in pain again. Her face showed no concern. "Now you understand how much Frank must be hurting." The nsent a jolt through Jareth, and despite his pain, he managed to ask, "You were sent by him?" "You could say that." Jareth laughed harshly, forcing a sound out. "You think you'll get away with hurtinghere? Get ready for a heavier sentence." "That's not a concern for me; life here is better. I have no plans of leaving," Quinlyn replied with a grin. "Plus, I can be the leader here; none of you can beat me." For the first time, Jareth faced a serious opponent, his eyes filled with anger. "You won't rule for long. Once my parents seelike this, they will sue. The law will protect me." At this, Quinlyn paused for a moment before responding softly, “Then I just won't let your parents see you." Jareth blinked in confusion. Quinlyn continued, “I really don't understand why the law would protect you. Shouldn't it 1/3 Chapter 194 protect your cousins that you killed? They were young and innocent? Jareth was baffled by her words. He responded, “Because that's the rule, as long as I'm a teenager, I'm always protected" Quinlyn was unbothered. "I'm at ten right now, so I can beat you up until you reach adulthood" Jareth was left speechless, only able to glare in frustration. Quinlyn's words silenced the adults, leaving them to wonder if children as monstrous as Jareth truly deserved protection-it seemed unfair to the victims who had already suffered so much.

At that moment, a group of youths gathered outside Room 402. Without any adults supervising them, they wielded every makeshift weapon they could find, eager to provoke.

The iron door was kicked open. At the front stood one of Jareth's fellow inmates. He said, "Newcomer, we'll take you down Jareth lay on his bed, smirking coldly. His reign here hadn't been built overnight. As long as he survived, others would fear him and follow his lead.

Quinlyn stood her ground, facing the assembly of dozens without flinching. "I can beat you all, but I don't want to battle you now. I have a much better idea." The boys laughed, dismissing her as arrogant. Yet, in the next moment, she spoke with calmness, “I plan to take control of this juvenile detention center and becyour leader." At first, no one believed her; they thought she was delusional. But then she overpowered a guard, snatched the keys to the cells, and pushed him out into the corridor. As the red alarm blared, she grabbed Jareth and pressed a knife to his throat.

She said to the guards, "Now I have over half the inmates here as hostages. If you don't want them to suffer, all adults need to leave." Jareth's pale face and twisted body were quite convincing. With the first guard's retreat, the other youths hiding in the shadows felt a surge of excitement. The thrill of violence and rebellion ignited within them, spurring them to join her.

A new wave of rebellion started. This time, it was bigger and unprecedented. Within two days, all staff members were chased out of the juvenile detention center. The gates were sealed and cheers erupted from within.

"We actually did it." "From now on, this place is ours." "This is the craziest thing I've ever done; Quinlyn, you're amazing!" After this incident, ten-year-old Quinlyn becwell-known. Jareth, who had been used as leverage, was forgotten by others.

Glenn had just finished a meeting, sifting through the complexities of international affairs and the balance of power When he heard the news, he paused for several seconds and then suddenly burst into laughter. "Quinlyn has so much nerve." Glenn's secretary, growing increasingly anxious, waited for orders to end the experiment. She feared that a moment's delay could lead to disaster.

However, Glenn calmly said, "Let her cause chaos. Since we chose to trust her, we should support her actions." The secretary left, feeling like she hadn't achieved her mission. She thought Glenn was being way too lenient with Quinlyn." Glenn envied Quinlyn immensely. If only he could act with such boldness, he wouldn't have to carry so much worry.

A new day broke, sunlight streaming into the juvenile detention center The juvenile offenders, having celebrated through the night without sleep, stepped outside to soak in the sun, tasting freedom like never before. 2/3 Chapter 194 Apr Quinlyn had not slept either; she was busy taking stock of everything inside the juvenile detention center.

She approached the others with her notebook in hand and said, "To stop the adults from intruding, we need to put up an electric fence."

This was way more exciting than their card games. The materials were in the warehouse. Twenty-plus youths reaped into action, as if filled with endless energy, (+50) Quinlyn directed their efforts, connecting the electric grid, her heart swelling with pride as rows of spikes were set up. Soon, they would trap themselves.

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