Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet novel Chapter 228

t Seafarm Group headquarters, the head of Information Analysis handed a report to the top executives.

The report focused on Elizabeth’s recent seed bounty posted on the Free Market platform and the key conclusions drawn from it.

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Chapter 228 Kill You?

Elizabeth walked up and looked down at Hank as he thrashed. She didn’t look sympathetic or disgusted. she just had this cold, calm look on her face

When she spoke, her voice was chill and a bit heartless. “Kill you? Then who’s going to work for me? All the time I invested in you would be a total waste”

The words sounded harsh. Some of the prisoners froze, and the way they looked at Elizabeth carried a bit of quiet sadness.

Elizabeth ignored them.

She turned to Melton. “Hold his head. Don’t let him bite his tongue.

Then, under everyone’s shocked gaze, she flipped her wrist and took out a steamed potato.

It was big and full, the skin slightly cracked, showing the soft, golden inside. A simple but warm smell drifted out, completely out of place in this scene of pain and despair.

‘Feed this to him,” Elizabeth said, handing the potato to Melton. Her tone left no room for argument.

But she underestimated how strong the pull of spiritual energy was for someone in a mental power collapse.

Before it even reached his mouth, Hank struggled to lift his head and bit into it.

A potato the size of a fist was gone in just a few bites.

Everyone held their breath, watching. No one understood what Elizabeth was doing

They knew the potato came from the farm, but it was still just a potato….

No one had ever heard of a potato calming a mental power backlash!

it sounded even less believable than using a sedative.

Was this just a desperate guess?

Time dragged on in silence and confusion

Just when some people thought this was useless, Hank’s movements seemned a little weaker

Then, the animal like growls in his throat slowly turned into groans that sounded more human

The bloodshot frenzy in his eyes slowly began to tade, like a receding tide They were still cloudest with pain but at least you could see the light of reason returning to his eyes

He stopped trying to slam his head into the ground. His spasins turd into sinall, occasional tremors

The potato actually worked?

The yard fell completely silent

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Chapter 228 Kill You?

Everyone stared, wide–eyed, at the unbelievable scene.

That plain, ordinary potato worked better than a precious sedative?

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