Revenge After Death



I was quite surprised not to encounter anyone during our journey to the medical capsule. Most people did not possess the "killer gene" and chose to stay in their rooms. However, a few individuals with this gene formed alliances and committed acts of violence in order to gain resources and advantages.

"It has been incredibly quiet." Zion frowned.

Everyone noticed how unnervingly quiet the journey had become, instilling a sense of panic. As I moved to press on, Steven's firm grasp stopped me in my tracks, preventing Eason and Zion from advancing further. Clearly, he had sensed that something was amiss.

But Joel kept walking forward on his own. Steven didn't stop him, nor did he notice that several of his good teammates had stopped behind him.

Joel shrugged and continued to walk forward with pride. "A storm is coming. History books often mention that when things go awry, demons are believed to be close by. Be careful, there may be an ambush somewhere."

Before he could finish speaking, someone lunged at him with a knife and slashed. He jinxed it! "Fuck!"

Joel kicked the person away and looked back, shocked. "Damn it! Are we all in the same group? You're being disloyal!"

Eason couldn't help but laugh. "You were moving forward as if you were sightseeing."

Joel fought the attacker and then noticed seven or eight people sitting in the corner, casually eating snacks. It was clear they were waiting for something to happen, and the person who had attacked was just bait.

"Young kid, where are you going?" A strong man loomed around the corner and asked coldly, stepping against the wall.

At first sight, Joel appeared to be a high school student, inadvertently giving the impression of youthfulness. This led others to underestimate him.

"I need to get to the medical capsule. Please, sir, let me through. My sister has a high fever, and I must get her medication." Joel pretended to be obedient.

"Young kid, there's only one way to access the medical capsule. It's fine for you to go there, but you must understand the rules. Do you have anything valuable to contribute?" the leader inquired.

Joel lowered his head and gazed at the watch on his wrist. "This watch holds considerable value, you see

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They burst into laughter. "Haha... We're clueless about the destination those bastards would sail to. It's a good thing this watch is valuable."

He reached out to grab Joel's watch. "But food is more important on this cruise. How about handing over your room card instead?"

"I believe all of you are reasonable people. Why not consider this? We'll provide you with a room card and all our valuable belongings. In exchange, would you be willing to let us go?" Eason approached them to negotiate after realizing that Joel was unable to handle the situation.

The man looked at Eason and smiled. "Okay, let me see if you have anything valuable."

Eason also removed his watch. "It's a Rolex, worth over 100,000 dollars."

The man nodded in agreement. "Great! Pass me your room card. Both of you can go through."

Eason handed Maverick's white room card to the other person and also offered him his watch. Despite the pain in his heart from parting with the watch, there was nothing he could do. Sometimes, losing material possessions was necessary to avert a greater disaster.

I shifted my gaze toward Steven, then toward myself. I realized I had nothing of significant value.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

"How about you guys?" The leader stood up and stared at me.

I shook my head. "I don't own jewelry or anything valuable. My family is poor."

"You look very beautiful. Stay here and let them get the medicine," the leader said as he pinched my face with obvious bad intentions.

Gasping, I offered a brief prayer for his hand. Just as I imagined, before he could release his grip on my face, Steven swiftly intervened. There was not a hint of emotion on Steven's face as he delicately broke the leader's hand, producing a distinct clicking sound.

His bulging muscles contorted with agony, revealing his astonishment. Clearly, he had not anticipated Steven, despite his lean and tall appearance, possessing such formidable strength.

"If you don't need your hand, I can break it," Steven declared in a commanding voice. He used his backhand to immobilize the leader's neck, applying just enough force. In mere seconds, the man lost consciousness.