Revenge After Death



I glanced back at Steven, wondering what he wanted to say.

Suddenly, the sound of a gunshot reverberated in the distance as someone on the cruise ship pulled the trigger...

In a moment of shock, I swiftly pivoted and cast my gaze toward the source of the sound. Steven instinctively wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close for protection, while I cradled the girl in my embrace. Together, we hid under the dining table.

A group of individuals had entered the room. They were the armed personnel who were in charge of operating the control room earlier. "Alert them. If they persist in their actions and approach, we'll kill the hostages."

Steven and I exchanged glances as we noticed a ship approaching. The police had already strategized with Zion and Eason about rescue and response plans.

It was clear that in order to ensure the survival of over a thousand people aboard the cruise ship, they could not resort to using force or engaging in confrontation. It was evident that the approaching ship was not of police origin.

"Are they from the organization?" I whispered.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Steven agreed with me. It had to be someone from Genome Society. The over one hundred wealthy individuals on this ship were the organization's lifeblood, serving as their primary source of revenue and economic stability. Rest assured, the organization would spare no effort in rescuing these people.

"Ha..." The leader glanced out the window.

We were situated on the cabin's third floor, with public access for all visitors. From this point, they had a clear view of the nearby ships drawing nearer. "Go and tell them that if they continue to get closer, we'll start killing the rich on the list one by one and tossing them into the sea to feed the fish."

The leader spoke in a deep tone, his husky voice sounding oddly familiar. I was eager to peek outside and get a glimpse, but Steven stopped me. He shook his head, emphasizing the danger. However, that voice... it sounded strangely familiar.

"They're planning to attack the members on the Global Trade Union membership list. We must return to the 16th floor immediately, locate the president of Crowdstar Group, and ensure his protection.

"They'll head to the deck shortly, and that's when we'll make our escape," I whispered to Steven, outlining the plan.

Steven acknowledged my plan. We locked eyes, exchanged a meaningful glance, and prepared ourselves to make a quick exit with the young girl at any time.

"Boo-hoo, I'm scared. I want to go home..." Suddenly, the girl crouched down in fear and burst into tears. I instinctively covered her mouth, but it was already too late. People outside heard it. I peered through the gap in the tablecloth and saw someone slowly approaching. I took a deep breath and reached out. I withdrew the dagger hidden from my body, ready to resist at any moment.

Steven's gaze was chilling. As the man attempted to lift the tablecloth, Steven decisively grasped his hand and instantly rolled away. Then, he forcefully threw the person to the ground and held him down. My heart raced as I quickly took the girl and walked out.

The main guy looked at us and stopped everyone. The people beside him raised their hands and aimed their guns at Steven.

Steven strangled the neck of the person beneath him, his eyes exuding an icy calm devoid of any fear. I kept a vigilant eye on them, shielding the girl behind me.

"Lower your weapons. It won't be fun if they end up dead," murmured the leader, his voice hushed and still rough. The leading man smirked and gestured to those around him, signaling for our release. Steven glanced down at the man. With a snort, he stood up and protected me while we walked away.