Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"Let’s go. If they don’t let us in, what else can we do but leave?" Dexter shrugged and said he had no other option because they were carrying guns.

"But..." Zion was a bit reluctant. They managed to reach the medical capsule, and Violette was still suffering from a high fever.

"If we go back..." Eason also thought that something might happen to Violette if they went back like this.

Dexter disregarded the words of others and gestured for everyone to leave. Observing Dexter’s action, I chose to follow suit without uttering a single word.

A loud bang suddenly rang out. Without anyone paying attention, Dexter swiftly turned around and forcefully bumped the two bodyguards’ heads together, causing them to faint instantly. Dexter picked up the guns from the ground and tossed them to Zion and Eason.

"You should’ve given me the gun," Joel said excitedly. With his young mind, he always craved thrilling adventures.

Dexter completely ignored Joel, kicked open the door of the medical capsule, and boldly stepped inside. The individuals within immediately noticed it and instantly aimed their guns at Dexter.

Not to be outdone, Eason and Zion promptly counteracted by raising their guns. However, they faced a formidable number of adversaries on the opposing side.

Dexter raised his hand and showed his injured palm. "If you shoot me, you’ll all die. Mr. Thorpe, you should be fully aware of why the Rebels are seeking the president of Crowdstar Group. Your only chance of survival is to locate and deliver the president of Crowdstar Group to the Rebels alive."

Winston pondered for a moment and looked at Dexter warily. "As far as I know, you’re from the Black family. You can’t be the president of Crowdstar Group."

"Why is it impossible? Everything’s possible. What if I truly am?" Dexter sneered as he negotiated with Winston.

Winston sat in the wheelchair, gripping the handle tightly. "If you’re truly the president, we just need to detain you for now. Once your hand recovers, we’ll bring you to test your palm print and irises."

I looked nervously at Dexter. In such a brief period, the strategy he devised was... to sacrifice himself?

"Okay, I promise to stay. Once my hand is healed, I’ll go with you to the safe for testing, but I have conditions. Get the medicine my friend needs. Also, send a doctor to accompany them and treat the injured," said Dexter firmly.

I stepped forward anxiously. "Dexter..." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Dexter flashed me a comforting smile. He whispered to me, "Don’t worry. If I’m staying, they should be the ones who are afraid."

I breathed a sigh of relief, but I was still a little worried. What if these lunatics were inhumane?

Winston sneered. "What if I don’t agree?"

"Then both sides will suffer big losses. Even if we die, we’ll manage to kill half of your bodyguards. You’re aware of the current situation outside. Those crazy people are targeting all the wealthy individuals in the VIP area. The room cards and resources that you possess are what they’re looking for now."

Dexter was correct. Without bodyguards, they would die miserably on the cruise. Eason and Joel exchanged glances and agreed. Dexter proved himself to be a skilled negotiator. He made a clear and

concise argument.

It was important to recognize that even if they were to die, both sides would experience significant losses. Winston knew that the risk was not worth it for a few antibiotics.

"Go and get the medicine, and find a doctor to follow them," Winston finally agreed.

I looked nervously at Dexter. Despite Maverick being a doctor, Dexter still requested another doctor, implying that he didn’t fully trust Maverick. We needed to return to Violette’s room as soon as possible.

Dexter tenderly brushed his fingers against my cheek. "Go back and take care of Violette. Whatever you cherish, I’ll do anything necessary to help too."

He was willing to do whatever it took to protect everything that I held dear. My eyes were filled with tears, and I cast my gaze downward.

He said "you" and did not mention the name "Sophia". At that moment, I felt a sense of self-

righteousness and believed that he truly cared for me as a person, my soul, and who I truly was. He loved me for who I was.

"Those lunatics from the Rebels will make more moves soon. We won’t be apart for long. Listen to me," Dexter comforted me in a hushed voice.

I nodded and waited for the doctor to bring the medicine. Then, we left. Zion also turned and looked at Dexter thankfully. Without Dexter, they might not have made it out of the ruined building in Manchernius. "I’m sorry for sharing your food." Dexter grinned as he was escorted to a corner by Winston’s subordinates.

Winston insisted that the doctors handle his hand with utmost care to avoid any damage to his palm print. Unfortunately, even the most advanced surgical procedure was unable to fully restore the original shape of the print. Upon learning of this, Winston was furious. He intended to kill Dexter.

Luckily, someone intervened to stop Winston. "The design of the safe primarily relies on palm prints, specifically the lines of our palm and our fingerprints. The injury he sustained was to his palm, which is not a critical area, so it should not pose a significant concern."

After hearing this, Winston felt a wave of relief. "We absolutely can’t allow someone with an injured palm to escape. We need to locate the president of Crowdstar Group as quickly as possible and hand him to them."

"But we’re all part of the same group, all members of the business industry. Should we really hand over our companions?" someone, still guided by their conscience, asked nervously.

Winston exclaimed with rage, "If we don’t hand him over, everyone will die! This cruise is getting closer to the deep sea. Genome Society has been following us, yet they never boarded the cruise to rescue us. Why? They’re waiting and watching."

"They’re watching all of us go on the brink of death before they sink the cruise!"

Therefore, they needed to save themselves. They had to promptly meet all the Rebels’ requirements so that they could return or dock nearby.

"Have you considered the real purpose behind the Rebels’ request for you to locate the president of Crowdstar Group? They aim to sow discord among you, fostering suspicion and ultimately driving you to kill each other."

"Even if you go back alive, you’ll distrust each other, which will prevent further investment in Genome Society. Ultimately, the financial support for the Huma branch of Genome Society will be lost, and it’ll disappear," Dexter calmly stated that this was the true intention of the Rebels.

Hence, the Rebels put forth great effort to orchestrate a lame killing game, but their primary objective was not to condemn all passengers on the cruise to death. It was just that without some casualties, they wouldn’t be able to tap into the darkness and animosity inherent to human nature.

Thus, the game had to be played, and someone had to die.

Dexter continued with a smile, "Natural selection, survival of the fittest. Only those who make it to the end can truly leave alive. However, the Rebels will undoubtedly redefine the game rules for those who survive. For instance, only half of you present will manage to survive."

The moment Dexter finished speaking, the rich people present visibly paled, and their expressions changed. They wondered whether he meant that they had to kill each other.

Indeed, as soon as Dexter’s words fell, the new game rules echoed throughout the entire cruise’s speakers on a loop. "There are approximately 200 people on each floor. However, only half of you can survive. Have fun!"

They aimed to decrease the number of people from 1,000 to 500. Afterward, it would be further reduced to 200. Then, it would continue to decrease gradually.

As soon as the broadcast ended, Winston lost control and grabbed the gun from the bodyguard beside him. He directed the gun at Dexter. "Who exactly are you?"