Revenge After Death



After leaving the cabin, we saw that the entire cruise was empty. Everyone had gone inside their room and was too afraid to come out.

After all, people could only get food with their room cards. If their cards were stolen, they would starve to death. Some even formed alliances to steal cards and get more food to stock up.

Steven and I held a child each while Eason led Yara. We quickly made our way to the elevator entrance. It was crucial to return to the room and lock the door as soon as possible to ensure our safety as it would be dangerous to remain outside.

Maverick glanced around, his voice hushed and urgent. "Hurry, get in the elevator. Something doesn't feel right."Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Indeed, as soon as the elevator door opened, several strong men emerged, brandishing sticks, knives, and other weapons. They instantly grinned when they caught sight of us, like hunters spotting their prey. "Which floor are you on? Take out your room key cards and show us," the towering man in the front asked in a commanding voice.

Maverick quickly presented his white card. "Sir, we're on the common floor. We're out to find something to eat. Our kids are hungry..."

The man groaned in frustration as we held the most basic white cards, and they weren't the best. After all, a white card could only be used to receive basic foods such as milk, bread, and eggs.

"Dude, no worries if they have white cards. We'll just snatch them first so that we can have an additional person's meal," suggested the man standing behind him.

The leader agreed, "It makes sense. If you give us all your room cards, we won't harm you. But if you don't, don't blame us for what happens..."

Before the leader could finish, Steven raised his hand to his head and forcefully hit it against the wall.

I couldn't believe my eyes. The man was strong and muscular. Yet, Steven effortlessly pinned him against the wall.

Despite Steven being taller, he didn't appear as strong. How could he resort to violence just because of a disagreement? There were two children present. He should set a positive example for them.

I instinctively lowered my head and glanced at Ashton. "Well, it seems like your dad is engaging in a friendly conversation with them..."

Ashton's eyes sparkled, bearing a striking resemblance to Steven's. He joyfully clapped his hands, exclaiming, "Daddy is amazing!"

This time, the group of strong men was completely furious. "Damn it! You're asking for trouble! Get him!" Joel quickly kicked and punched the person with great agility. Eason wasn't skilled at fighting, but he could bite people. Once he bit others' fingers, he used the opportunity to elbow them.

Maverick trembled with fear as he protected Yara, myself, and our two children. I quickly stepped into the elevator with Yara, Ashton, and Xandra. Ashton's eyes were fixated on Steven as if he were observing him intently.

I whispered, "Ashton, what are you looking at?"

"Dad is clearly capable of killing them in a short time, but he's choosing not to. Why?" Ashton couldn't comprehend it.

Clearly, everyone possessed vulnerable areas, making it remarkably easy to eliminate them by precisely targeting these weak points. So, why did Steven bother to fight?

I was stunned for a moment and glanced at Steven. If Ashton hadn't pointed it out, I wouldn't have realized it... It became clear that Steven had already considered the kids without anyone noticing. It turned out that he also subconsciously wanted to be a good father.

I smiled, not entirely sure why it felt so strangely subtle, especially considering the danger of the situation.

"Because your dad understands the value of respecting life and only resorting to extreme measures when absolutely necessary," I explained softly.

Ashton and Xandra tilted their heads, appearing to digest my explanation.

"Dad, strike the opponent's chin hard. The chin is connected to the brain nerve," Xandra said calmly.

Steven glanced at his angelic little daughter, then swiftly backhanded his opponent on the chin. The man staggered and fell to the ground with a resounding thud.

Afterward, Xandra observed the opponent fighting Joel. He was clearly well-trained and instinctively guarded his chin during the fight. Xandra suggested, "Old man, aim for his eyes."

Instinctively, the opponent raised his hand to shield his eyes. Hence, it allowed Joel to deliver a powerful blow to his stomach, ultimately bringing him down with a forceful punch.