Revenge After Death



The leader didn't even have time to cry out in pain. When Steven launched his attack, the leader's friends couldn't sit still. They all stood up to step forward and take action.

Joel and Eason exclaimed, "Why couldn't you mention that you were going to fight earlier? I offered up my watch for nothing!"

Eason and Joel attacked two people from behind, and a fight started. Seven or eight people were on the other side, and I didn't even make a move. When Steven went crazy, he could handle everyone by himself.

Eason clenched his teeth as he witnessed Steven render the last person unconscious against the wall, instinctively seeking shelter behind Joel. "Sure enough, never mess with a lunatic. Is he even human? His hands are so powerful. It's like he could crush people's heads."

Joel flexed his fingers. "I can do it as well. Shall I try it on you?"

Eason looked at Joel with disgust. "Stop bragging. Let's leave right away."

Once we had secured and moved the unconscious people to the staircase, a few of us hurried to reach the medical capsule. However, we soon discovered that the situation was far more complex than we had anticipated.

Those people we encountered posed no threat. It was the armed bodyguards of the wealthy who were the real danger.

Not far away, we noticed two bodyguards dressed in black standing at the entrance of the medical capsule. It was clear that they were there to secure the entrance.

Inside the medical capsule, numerous affluent individuals sought refuge while their bodyguards stood watch to thwart any attempts by the Rebels to approach and harm them.

"I don't want to argue with you. We just want to get some medicine," I said as I walked over with my hands raised. That was all I could do at that moment. They were armed with guns.

"No one is allowed to enter or leave the medical capsule," the bodyguard said coldly, pointing the gun at

us.

"Medications are a resource that we all share. If anything goes wrong and we don't unite internally, the Rebels will inevitably attack us. How much longer can you hold on? Why not allow us to enter and retrieve the medication?

"We'll figure out a way to establish contact with the police and ensure our safe return to Huma as soon as possible." Zion stepped forward, revealing his identity as a police officer.

The bodyguards exchanged glances, instantly informing those inside through their headsets. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Dayton from the Sacco family.

"What medicine do you need?" he inquired.

"Antibiotics," I responded immediately.

"Wait here for a moment. I'll go find the doctor to get it," he said, then turned and left.

I had placed a great deal of trust in him. His willingness to defend Xandra demonstrated that he possessed a kind heart. However, I had miscalculated the depths of human nature.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Dayton eventually emerged, but he didn't bring the medicine I had hoped for. Instead, he was forcefully expelled by those within.

He felt resigned. "They refuse to share the medicine, claiming that the medical resources are scarce and must be reserved for emergencies."

"Then why did you come out?" Joel was annoyed.

Dayton hung his head low, still feeling a lingering sense of grievance. "They believe I'm too kind and instructed me to leave... Hence, they forcefully expelled me."

I pondered for a moment. I knew I couldn't rely on him. I asked softly, "How many people are inside?"

"There are 31 bodyguards inside, plus the two outside, bringing the total to 33. In addition, there are over a dozen employers, all with strong ties to Winston," Dayton implied that breaking in was unlikely.

Winston was the one who seriously injured Rachel. He also intended to take the opportunity to remove Rachel's heart and replace his own. How could he give us the medicine after being exposed by us and attempting to kill us?

I furrowed my brows, struggling to come up with a solution. I turned to Steven, realizing that he was our only hope. Without a doubt, all eyes rested upon him.

Steven was silent, indicating that he was just a genius, not God.