Chapter 236 The Grim Reaper

• "I'm telling you, hand over the antidote now, or you can forget about ever leaving Paradise Village!" Beny said, gritting his teeth. Wynter said, her smile unflappable, "Who said I'm leaving? In fact, I intended to bring the rubbish to the village council for a quick visit. The entire hamlet was terrified of Hubert, whom she referred to as "that trash." Since the start of the conflict, Yarra had been unable to comprehend what was happening and had been startled into silence. She was unable to speak because of Wynter's quick movements. Not even as crafty a guy as Hubert has been able to get to his feet yet. Wynter was a fighter who was more than just technically proficient. Her expertise in acupuncture point targeting was extensive.
• Hubert gave Wynter a fierce, savage look. "Are you really thinking you'll get away with this? I am employed by the government. Do you really believe that abusing me in this way won't get you brought in? With her lips contorted in contempt, Wynter hissed back at him, saying, "I really like going to the police station. Just wondering how much of a bounty they would provide for a crook as repulsive as you. Hubert remained calm in spite of his growing rage. In his heart, he hoped Wynter would bring him before the village council to make amends. In this manner, she wouldn't have any chance of getting away, even if she had some talents.
• Furthermore, they had previously used their own strategies to deal with the newbie who had come a few days prior. Hubert said nothing. The Quirks' home was in disarray. Priscilla and Nathan, the old couple, came out of the inner chamber, their eyes beseeching Wynter. Give our son the antidote, please, sweetheart. He has committed errors, to be sure, but they shouldn't kill him. His only goal is to support the family. It's hard for us hill people. You must do it, my love! The tears poured down Priscilla's cheek. Beny persisted in his protests. "Stop pleading with her, Mom. She's practically dead! "Stop it!" Priscilla appeared to grasp for Wynter's sleeve. But Nathan stayed incredibly composed.