Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

The screen read, "The president of Crowdstar Group is a genius. They have a social communication disorder and are introverted in nature. They also have not made any public appearances."

I looked toward Dexter. "What’s the point of this clue?"

Dexter didn’t reply.

"Why is the mastermind going to such lengths to locate the president of a company?" Eason was still holding onto the killer with one hand. He looked up at the screen quizzically.

Joel explained, "This is just the beginning. The president of Crowdstar Group invested a huge amount of capital into Genome Society in recent years."

"It’s a very well-respected conglomerate, and the organization wouldn’t let anything happen to their money bank. The Rebels want to use this against them."

In this game, the first thing on the Rebels’ agenda was to catch the president of Crowdstar Group to provoke the organization.

"Then they should’ve given us some useful information," Eason complained. "The information on the board is redundant. How else could he have stayed so hidden if he weren’t a genius with SCD?"

"The way I see it, the president isn’t just an introvert. He’s probably a disfigured man with a horrible personality. Let’s just pick out people with defects on their body from the crowd."

Joel kicked him as soon as he finished talking.

Eason was extremely mad. "What’s wrong with you? Why are you always getting physical?"

Joel rubbed his chin like an old man and started analyzing the situation. "In my opinion, the president is a genius and a remarkable person. His looks should be well above average. He should at least be as good- looking as me."

Eason rolled his eyes at him. "Brat. You were still in diapers when Crowdstar Group was formed. Besides, neither your iris nor your palm was recognized by the system yesterday. Stop dreaming about it."

Joel shot Eason a boastful look. "What do you know?"

I looked at Joel and then back at Dexter with a quizzical gaze.

Dexter avoided my gaze. He lowered his head and picked at the gauze on his palm.

I smacked his hand. "Why are you picking at your wound? Do you want it to heal slower?"

He brightened up at my scolding. His smile was... captivating.

I grunted. That tactic wouldn’t work on me. "Don’t touch your wound. Can you feel your fingers now?"

I grabbed his hand and carefully played with his fingers. I touched them one by one and asked if he felt anything.

Due to his injury, his fingertips were all bruised. It was heartbreaking to see.

"I can feel them if I do this." He reached out with his injured hand and touched my face before touching my waist.

How could he flirt like that? Was he crazy?

"Have some shame. This is a public area." Joel rolled his eyes at Dexter.

"She’s my legally wedded wife." Dexter pulled me into his embrace and planted a kiss on my forehead in front of everyone.

That action wasn’t aimed at aggravating Joel, it was meant to provoke everyone else. This included Damien, who was not far away, as well as the glaring Jimmy.

"Dexter Black, I realized that you—" I lifted my head to tell him off, and he immediately lowered his to kiss me instead.

My brain went haywire. Something was off. What was he feeling guilty about?

"Come on, man... Are you seeing yourself?" Joel was annoyed. He turned around and kicked the killer. " Your existence annoys me."

The killer was still focused on figuring out how to lure the mastermind behind Huma’s serial killing cases out of hiding.

"Once we find the president, the person behind the serial killings will definitely show himself. He’s positioned himself as a judge. In his opinion, it’s his responsibility to eliminate the source of all evil."

"By aiding Genome Society in secret, the president fits the description. So long as we find the man, the killer will definitely appear, and he’ll kill him as a form of judgment. Then, he’ll display the body in a display case for all to see."

The killer provided a detailed analysis.

"Hey, you just spouted a bunch of nonsense." Joel kicked him again. He always directed his kicks on the man’s limping leg. "Can you find the president of Crowdstar Group?"

"Geniuses often have a particular air around them. No matter how well they keep themselves hidden, something always gives them away," the killer explained.

Then, he leaned toward Joel and sniffed. "You’re hiding something... There’s another side to you masked under the appearance of this young man."

He looked at him with a gleeful and crazed expression. "Your blood... is exceptionally striking..."

Joel immediately gave the pervert a huge slap. "People like you deserve a beating."

He wouldn’t bother wasting his breath if he could utilize his fists instead.

The killer grinned and wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth. "You guys can call me Stan."

Stan approached Eason and sniffed again. "You’re probably a police officer. You’re lacking a sense of justice, though. You’re not that clever and can be a bit arrogant. You’re probably considered someone above average at best."

"Is this guy a fortune teller or something?" Joel’s interest had been piqued.

Stan then moved toward Zion. "Loyal, straightforward, stickler, athletic. You’re relatively smarter than most, but just by a bit."

He was just about to approach Violette, who was unconscious, when Zion stopped him with a raised brow." I’ll kill you if you go near her again."

If it weren’t for this pervert, she wouldn’t still be unconscious.

Stan shot a knowing look at Violette before speaking with a smile, "What an interesting bunch. Aside from him... everyone is putting on a front. You’re all wearing masks. What a delightful surprise. All of you are my type of people."

He was referring to Zion. Everyone except Zion was putting on a front.

"Stop being fucking disgusting," Joel said in disdain.

Stan came up to me excitedly, only to be kicked aside by Dexter.

The way he looked at Dexter was slightly fearful. He switfly ducked to the side and hid behind Zion. He was quite a good judge of character, though. He knew that Zion was the only one who wouldn’t go against the law and kill him.

"He’s... a demon. I’ve never seen such a horrifying person. Surely he eats people..." he rambled on in a crazed manner.

"A murderer like yourself is afraid of a cannibal?" Eason scoffed. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed the killer’s wrist to one of his own. "You’re under arrest. From now onward, you’re not allowed to leave my sight."

Who was he kidding? This was a living ticket to a promotion.

"If regular folk were at the bottom of the food chain, I’d be a class above them. This guy, however... He could outclass the predators at the very top."

Stan was still talking crazy when his gaze fell on me. Then, he became even more excited. "Birds of a feather, flock together "

"Keep your mouth shut if you want to stay alive," I threatened coldly.

"The president of Crowdstar Group is someone in this group, right?" He cupped his mouth like he had just made a joke.

I lowered my gaze and looked back at Dexter.

To be honest, I had my doubts since the moment the Rebels asked us to open the safe with our handprints.

"Sophia..." Damien walked over from the other side. He called me Sophia before correcting himself." Sofia... Can we talk? I have clues on Crowdstar’s president."

Behind him, an anxious Juliet followed closely.

Una scoffed. She didn’t seem bothered about her in the slightest.