Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"If you want to find the mastermind of the serial murder case, I can help you. But first, you need to tell me where my friend is," I warned as I grabbed his collar.

"Ha... You’ll never find her," he said with a provocative smile as if unconcerned about the outcome.

I firmly put my foot between his legs and applied increasing pressure. My voice became lower as I stepped harder. "You pretend to be a woman and only target women who are weaker than you. You’re nothing more than a coward.

"There’s a high probability... that this part of you is defective, right? So there’s no point in keeping it."

Joel, rushing in from the side, felt a surge of fear that constricted his lower abdomen. He turned, protectively clutching his abdomen, and swiftly pulled Eason out. He then turned back and dragged Dexter out as well. "Let’s go. My balls hurt..."

"Go to the monitoring room with Zion to locate Violette!" Eason kicked Joel.

Dexter cleared his throat before speaking in a hushed tone, "My wife wouldn’t treat me in such a manner." Joel snorted and cast a meaningful glance at Dexter, then hurried to the monitoring room with Eason. Meanwhile, the serial murderer was still screaming.

I squatted in front of him and said again, "If you die, the serial murderer will look down on you even more. He’ll revel in the fact that it’s not him imitating your modus operandi but rather you imitating his..."

Since he had such strong self-esteem, I undermined him further. He became enraged and attempted to resist, but Dexter immediately kicked him back down to the ground.

Realizing there were many of us, he decided to compromise. "I’ll take you there..."

I pulled him up and warned him, "Don’t try to play any tricks."

After leaving the bathroom, Zion quickly rushed over and pushed the murderer against the wall.

"He’ll take us there," said Dexter as we quickly stopped Zion. Hence, Zion released him.

He limped toward a storeroom and pushed open the door. As he entered, he made his way to a large blue barrel and pointed at it. "She’s inside."

In a panic, Zion hurriedly opened the barrel’s lid and rushed to pull out the person, only to find it empty when he looked inside. Zion’s anger surged, and he kicked the murderer out. "Where is she?"

Dexter and I also ran over to look into the barrel.

The murderer was also confused. He didn’t look like he was acting. He rushed up anxiously and looked into the barrel carefully. "Where is she? This is impossible. I left her here after I knocked her unconscious. Where is she now?"

He was clearly distraught as he gripped his hair tightly. "It’s the serial killer. He’s provoking me. It must be him! It’s definitely him!

Was Violette taken away by the serial killer? I was shocked. I stopped Zion. "He’s probably not lying. This is Violette’s earring."

The barrel was nearly empty, with lingering oil stains at the bottom. Traces along the barrel’s wall suggested that someone had dragged it. Beneath the barrel lay Violette’s earring.

"Someone took Violette away afterward." Dexter scanned the surroundings.

He continued, "But..."

Dexter didn’t finish what he was about to say.

"The other person is literally provoking you face to face. Shouldn’t you investigate further?" I firmly seized the collar of the murderer.

"I’ll find him, I’ll definitely find him," he said determinedly as he sniffed the air.

He seemed to be very sensitive to smells. Luckily, he put Violette in the diesel barrel. The smell of diesel was very strong.

"Diesel... I can smell the diesel. Let’s go find her." The murderer exited the storeroom, sniffing the diesel in the air as he walked forward.

"Look at the ground." I also found a few drops of diesel on the ground.

When Eason and Joel returned, we were outside Room 1563.

"The surveillance is controlled by those scoundrels. No one has the authority to access the surveillance except for their people. These damn idiots," Joel cursed.

I signaled him to be silent.

The murderer acted oddly, leaning on the door and sniffing. He looked back at me with excitement. "I smell blood... she might be dead."

Zion’s and my expressions changed drastically. Then, we kicked the door hard. Finally, the door was kicked open, and we ran over in a panic.

The white sheets on the bed were stained red with blood. Violette’s palms lay open, blood gushing from the cut blood vessels in her wrists. Her face was now drained of color. The bed was adorned with scarlet rose petals, evoking a strange and unsettling ambiance.

"He’s laughing at me! He’s laughing at me!" the murderer roared crazily. He turned around and ran out. Zion and I ignored him. We hurried over to check on Violette’s condition.

"Zion, there’s been significant blood loss, and her pulse is very weak. Get her to the doctor right away!" I urgently yelled.

Zion’s entire body trembled with fear. He hastily scooped up Violette and sprinted toward the medical capsule with all his might.

"You’ll be fine, Violette. Nothing will happen to you," Zion said, his voice choked with sobs and trembling.

I hurriedly rushed outside, only to realize that Dexter hadn’t followed me. He remained by the bed, gazing at the blood pooling on the sheets. He grazed it with his fingertips, bringing them to his nose to smell.

"Dexter?" I gazed at him with doubt, deeply concerned about Violette’s condition.

"The average blood content of a woman is approximately 4584 ml. Losing more than 50% of this volume can lead to complete loss of the body’s blood pumping function, ultimately causing the heart to stop.

"The medical team on the cruise ship is highly skilled, but the cruise ship is too far from the port to access a blood reserve. She can’t be saved," Dexter whispered, glancing back at me.

I stood there, frozen. I unconsciously took a step backward.

"No... But what if there’s a miracle?" I suddenly realized the immense significance of faith and the potential for a miracle to occur. What if she could be saved?

"A miracle? Could it be possible that there’s a backup blood bank on this cruise? But why would a cruise ship be equipped with blood supplies? How logical is that? What is the true intention behind this cruise? Why did the Rebels select this particular cruise?"

"What’s their ultimate purpose in creating such a commotion?" Dexter lifted his head and fixed his gaze upon my eyes.

It was evident that the masterminds behind the Rebels organization were true geniuses. Every move we made was part of their calculated plan, including Violette’s life-threatening blood loss and the arrival of the Yesa murderer. Everything went as planned.

They wanted to reveal a shocking truth. I understood instantly. I sprinted toward the medical area in a panic, praying hard that she would be fine.

"Excuse me! Move aside!" Simultaneously, numerous medical professionals were rushing to a hospital bed to save a patient.

"The patient is in cardiac arrest. Hurry!"

I stood beside Zion, offering words of reassurance. "She’ll be fine..."

"There’s a blood bank on this cruise ship..." Joel also realized that something was amiss.

Zion simply wanted to pray for Violette’s well-being. He might not have any extra energy to spare for other thoughts. I glanced at Dexter as he accurately guessed that there was a blood bank on the cruise.

"The patient has congenital heart problems and needs a heart replacement urgently..." whispered the doctor to the patient’s family members outside the operating room.

Fortunately, I had a good hearing and looked at them warily. It seemed that those people noticed I was watching them and swiftly left with their families.

The doctor emerged from the operating room, shaking his head at us. "I’m sorry... There was excessive blood loss, and the patient is now brain dead..."