Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

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.

Dexter 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."

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, Dexter 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, Dexter effortlessly pinned him against the wall.

Despite Dexter 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 Dexter’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 Dexter 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 Dexter bother to fight?

I was stunned for a moment and glanced at Dexter. If Ashton hadn’t pointed it out, I wouldn’t have realized it... It became clear that Dexter 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. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"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.

Dexter 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.

Joel looked back at Xandra in shock. "Kid, did you just call me ’old man’? I’m not that old!"

Meanwhile, Eason relied on his genius instinct to guide the man toward the stairs. He kicked him down and sprinted back to the elevator to catch his breath.

"Again, just call me Joel." Joel couldn’t stop thinking about Xandra calling him "old man" even after the elevator doors closed.

Xandra looked at Joel and said, "But you’re clearly older than my dad."

Joel was stunned and fell silent. Eason looked at Joel and asked, "Who’s as old as her dad?"

"Don’t ask so many questions," Joel retorted.

Eason patted his chest in fear. "Let’s go back to our room quickly."

The elevator stopped at the top floor. After getting out cautiously, we found a rich man being stabbed to death in the corridor. It seemed like someone from a lower floor came up to kill him and took his room card.

"Shh." I made a silent gesture and walked slowly toward the room.

The door creaked open, and a group of gangsters emerged. It was clear that they didn’t belong on this floor among the wealthy. These murderers had stolen the room cards of affluent individuals. I was shocked and locked eyes with them.

"Come out. There’s work to be done." The man shouted toward the room. About five or six young gangsters came out from the other room. They all had tattoos, and some were adjusting and wearing their pants.

"Help..." a woman cried out in the room.

The rich man was obviously killed, and his partner was harassed by these people. This was human nature. "Wow, this woman is gorgeous!" A bold hand eagerly reached out, yearning to caress my face. "There’s a young girl here, underage..." The man holding up his pants behind him smiled maliciously at Yara.

The gangsters showed no mercy, not even to the children. What they displayed was not human behavior but that of beasts. Yara cowered behind Eason and Joel, consumed by fear. I shielded the two children and cast a wary gaze upon the gangsters.

"As usual, kill the men but spare the women and secure their room keys." The leader ran his fingers through his hair, drew a knife, and plunged it into Dexter and the others.

One of them tried to force me into the room. Without hesitation, I boldly stepped inside and firmly shut the door with my foot. Killing people in front of children was inappropriate.

In that room, a man was bullying the woman. Along with the man who forcibly pulled me inside, there were two men in total.

The man smiled menacingly as he approached, grabbing hold of my hair. "Here comes another one of excellent quality."

I was pulled over and thrown onto the bed. The tortured and dying woman cried and shook her head at me, her eyes filled with compassion. It was clear that she was in despair. I remained still without resisting or moving.

By the time he took off his pants, my knife was already between his legs. "If you can’t take care of your manhood, then I’ll ensure it receives the care it needs."

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain. His body twitched as blood instantly covered the area between his legs.

However, compared to the woman’s injury on the bed, his injury seemed minor.

The woman lying on the bed gazed at me in shock. She was tortured and drenched in blood, unable to move. Meanwhile, the man atop her appeared equally stunned, consumed by a murderous rage directed toward me.

Acting swiftly, the woman lifted her legs to ensnare the man, fighting with all her might to keep him from attacking me.

The man raised his hand to hit the woman, but before he could strike, my knife had already pierced his shoulder. "There are major arteries here. If you pull out the knife or move, you’ll bleed to death.

"I advise that if you want to survive, take your emasculated friend and head to the medical capsule immediately. If you delay, all of you will be dead."