The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371 The Price of Survival

Chapter 371 The Price of Survival

The First Military!

One of the kingdom’s most elite instruments of force!

What were they doing in a place like this?

And stepping in for a washed–up underground fighter?

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“S–Sir… this is a misunderstanding, it’s all a misunderstanding…” Angelo stammered, his legs going weak, his words tumbling over each other. “We… we were just settling accounts normally. This man must have misunderstood the payment…”

Elio didn’t bother listening. He pressed the gun harder against Angelo’s forehead and said coldly, “Move.”

Angelo felt as if he’d been pardoned from death. He scrambled into the corner, not daring to breathe.

Elio holstered his weapon without another glance and strode over to the man.

By now, the man’s consciousness was fading, held upright only by sheer stubborn will. Elio caught him, and the moment he saw the horrifying wounds–especially the deep gash on his forehead, nearly exposing bone–his chest tightened as if gripped by an invisible hand.

“Flynn…” Elio’s voice trembled slightly, thick with suppressed anger and fear. “What the hell did you do to yourself?”

Hearing the familiar voice, Flynn Lincoln struggled to lift his head. Through blood and blur, he barely made out Elio’s face.

The corner of his mouth twitched, as if trying to smile, but the movement pulled at his wounds, making him suck in a sharp breath. Still, the faint curve carried that same old, reckless ease.

His voice was barely audible, yet he tried to sound casual. “I’m… doing fine… really… why would I call you guys-”

“Fine, my ass!” Elio snapped, his eyes reddening. The man who once charged through battlefields like a war god was now reduced to this, barely holding himself together, yet still forcing a smile and saying he was “fine.”

Elio wanted to punch a wall or drag Angelo back and beat him senseless.

But he held it in. “Stop smiling, it looks awful.”

He carefully checked the man’s injuries, his expression growing darker with every second.

“Hurry! Contact the nearest military hospital! Prepare emergency treatment!” he barked at the soldiers behind him.

They acted instantly, one making the call, while the other stepped in to help support the man.

Half–carried, half–dragged, Flynn was taken outside. As they passed the doorway, he cast one last glance at Angelo, trembling in the corner, and the two groaning guards on the ground. His gaze was indifferent, as if looking at trash,

The moment they stepped out of the suffocating arena, the cold night air cleared his head slightly, only for sharper pain and dizziness to crash in.

Leaning against Elio, he murmured weakly, “Money… my money…”

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10:10 am P P

Chapter 371 The Price of Survival

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You’re still thinking about money at a time like this?” Elio snapped, both furious and anxious. “Don’t worry, I’ll get what’s yours back, every last credit back.”

“Send two million to my mom’s account… It would be enough… for the rest of her life… After forcing those words out, Flynn finally lost consciousness.

Elio tightened his grip, feeling the heat and weakness of the body in his arms. Thinking of how, even at the brink, Flynn was still worrying about sending money home, his throat felt clogged with something heavy.

“Move! Where’s the transport? Faster!” he roared into his device, rushing forward with Flynn in his arms toward the incoming military ambulance.

Elio carried him inside. Before the doors had even fully closed, the vehicle shot forward with a piercing siren, slicing through the murky night of Centria Planet’s lower districts like a streak of light.

Inside, medics quickly hooked Flynn up to life–monitoring systems to begin emergency treatment and bleeding control.

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