Chapter 782 Deep-seated Hatred


    They were both in ck sportswear. The man looked gentle and refined. Below his crew cut was a pair


    of serene eyes.


    Those who didn’t know him might believe he was a well-behaved college student.


    The girl appeared to be much lovelier. She wore her sleek long hair into a high ponytail. She was very


    attractive with bright and sharp eyes. Her lips naturally curled upward, so she still seemed to be smiling


    even when she was not.


    They stood there for some time. Then, a figure equally tall and slender ambled out of the darkness.


    They were both dazed.


    The voice they heard on the phone was calm and steady, so they assumed it was probably a middle-


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    aged woman. However, that woman turned out to be a youngdy.


    Eight came up to the woman first. With a smile that touched her eyes, she said, “Hello, are you Miss


    Horton?”


    Queeny shook hands with her and said, “Yes.”


    Then, the man at the back also stepped forward and shook hands with her.


    Queeny didn’t make more small talk with her. She looked over her at the SUV behind her and asked,


    “Where is it?”


    “In the car.”


    Queeny immediately strode toward the SUV.


    They followed her. When the truck was opened, Queeny saw arge ck stic bag quietlyy there.


    Eight touched her nose and coughed with awkwardness.


    “Sorry. We didn’t have enough time to do something better for this, so I just grabbed a bag and put her


    in.”


    Queeny looked calm. She said ndly, “It’s okay.”


    She stared at the bag in silence for a while. Then, she turned around and asked Eight, “Your bank


    ount is still the same one you gave me before?”


    Eight nodded.


    Without a word, Queeny took out her phone and transferred the money to Eight’s ount.


    She paid with the bank card that she asked Donald to give her before she went out today. Felix told


    Donald to satisfy all her requests. Plus, the amount of money she asked for was not big, so Donald


    gave her the card without asking her any questions.


    Queeny knew she would be of great help to Felix in the days toe. So she didn’t feel ufortable


    spending his money.


    She didn’t feel guilty either. After all, this was the remuneration she deserved.


    In seconds, the payment waspleted.


    Eight received a text message from the bank in an instant. A friendly smile spread across her face. “I


    got the money. I’ve noticed that you didn’t drive here. How will you take her away? Want us to give you


    a ride?”


    To her surprise, Queeny shook her head.


    She then cast a backward nce at the ck bag in the trunk and said in a low voice, “The ce she


    will go is not far from here. I can carry her there.”


    Eight found her words quite bizarre. Yet, she didn’t feel like pointing it out.


    She just nodded and said, “Okay. Then we’ll get going. You’re a nice client. Come to us if you need our


    services again.”


    Queeny gave her a friendly nod.


    Then, Eight and her help moved the corpse out of the trunk. They jumped into the SUV, and drove


    away.


    The car whooshed into the thick darkness. Queeny was left alone in this quiet, deste field,


    apanied by nothing but a half-decayed corpse.


    It was rather spooky.


    After standing where she was for a while, Queeny crouched down and unzipped the body bag. An


    indescribable putrid odor instantly wafted out.


    She immediately put her sleeve over her mouth and nose. Under the dim moonlight, she finally had a


    clear view of the body.


    “It’s really her.”


    The woman lying there was Phoenix. She was the Head of the Phoenix Branch, one of 12 branches of


    the Rosefinch Club. Back then, she was Queeny’s best friend.


    Phoenix disappeared after the Rosefinch Club disintegrated. Queeny heard that she had fled to


    Rnd.


    She felt thankful at that time, because at least one of her friends had survived the massacre.


    However, why would she see her dead body in a foreign country four years and a halfter?


    It turned out that Phoenix didn’t get away with it after all.


    Those who stayed with her were murdered one by one. None of them were spared.


    Queeny closed her eyes. Waves of inexplicable agony raged in her chest, banging her ribs, almost


    making her howl in pain.


    Even so, she gritted her teeth and repressed the piercing pain.


    She swallowed hard, as though she was trying to swallow the deep-seated hatred as well.


    Then, she carried the body on her shoulder and strode forward.


    There was a secluded crematory nearby.


    At this hour, the staff of the crematory had all gone home. Shouldering the body, Queeny bent a little


    and nimbly leaped over the high wall.


    She came to the iron gate and unlocked it with a hairpin she took off from her hair. Then, she gingerly


    pushed the gate open, not making a sound. At once, an inexpressible smell swept over. She knew it


    was the smell of corpses. Due to religious beliefs, local people usually ced the dead here to wait for


    the designated proper day to cremate them.


    Queeny never imagined that one day, she would sneak into a crematory on her own and do this kind of


    thing. Nothing could be more absurd than secretly cremating a body in a crematory.


    However, Queeny had no time to get sentimental. Felix was still waiting for her in the castle. If she was


    not back by half-past eight, she could bet that Felix would go out to look for her.


    Felix’s way of doing things was always simple and blunt, but it worked for him.


    Therefore, Queeny soon put away her emotion and went up to the furnace that was still burning. After a


    moment of hesitation, she put the body down and shoved it into the furnace without another look at it.


    The ck bag turned into a ball of blue mes in the ze. Standing in front of the furnace, Queeny


    felt that the heat burnt her face. Distinct prickles prated her skin like ten thousand ants, which then


    crept into her veins and her heart, gnawing her organs.


    mping a hand over her chest, she felt like crying but had no tears.


    It was as if she already used up her tears four years ago, when she was locked up in a pitch dark


    dungeon for over a hundred days and nights.


    She even begged, hoping that Felix would give her friends a chance to live.


    As it turned out, he didn’t. He didn’t spare a single of them.


    Thus, Queeny gave up hope. In that period, she had drained all her tears.


    Four yearster, she could no longer cry as heartily as she did before.


    The pain and the unspeakable sorrows had long be a mountain weighing her down.


    A long time ago, she heard a remark that the more one experienced, the more silent and low-key one


    would be.


    One would hide one’s light under a bushel, but it was not because he or she had be worldly.


    Instead, it was just that this person was nning to deal a deadly blow to the enemy at the most


    perfect time.