Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Dexter sat lazily on the ground, leaning against the wall. "Whoever I am, I’m definitely not your father."

Winston was upset as he felt the urge to shoot at Dexter.

"Mr. Thorpe, we can’t kill him for now. He knows too much and is likely one of us. My hunch is that he may even be the president of Crowdstar Group. I propose we deliver him to the Rebels in exchange for our escape."

"We have to get out of here before those poor crazy people outside go on a killing spree," Winston’s female secretary promptly intercepted him and said anxiously.

Winston thought for a moment. "You’re right."

He had acted too impulsively. "Hand him over to the leader of the Rebels to grant us a chance to leave."

"Mr. Thorpe, in that case, we..." Others were panicking.

"What’s the rush? I can only rescue you after I leave," Winston deceitfully responded.

"Then what if you never return? So many others trust you." Dexter sneered, sowing discord.

"That’s right! What if you don’t come back?" someone questioned. It was evident that Dexter’s words had made an impact.

While seated in a wheelchair, Winston stared at the people before him, clutching a gun. "Hmph! If I promised to save you, then I will. And even if I don’t return, what can you do? You have no option but to trust me. Only if one of us survives will we find a way out."

He relished being in a position of power and having complete control.

"If you kill him, the person who delivers me to the Rebels will be spared. The opportunity for survival is a rare one." A smile tugged at the corner of Dexter’s mouth.

Winston fired his gun at Dexter, who continuously had a smile on his face. However, the shot only struck Dexter’s side. Dexter remained confident, knowing he wouldn’t dare to injure him.

I lay in the vent above and observed everything inside the medical capsule. Upon noticing that Winston had missed the target, my tense heart finally relaxed, and my clenched hands slowly loosened.

I was concerned about Dexter being here alone, so I had to keep a close eye on him. I would never allow him to be in danger by himself.

Zion and the others had already gone back to rescue Violette. As long as they stayed hidden in the room, they should be safe for the time being. Before, we had hidden some food and water, and I had informed Zion and the others to bring them back as well.

Winston pulled the trigger, prompting an eerie silence. However, Dexter was acutely aware that the darkest aspects of human nature would be amplified in the pursuit of survival.

Sure enough, after I had hidden in the ventilation duct for less than three hours, they began to fight among themselves. Someone seized the opportunity when Winston’s bodyguard was not paying attention. He grabbed the gun and pressed it against Winston’s forehead.

This man was also wealthy, a younger rich man who appeared to be about 40 years old.

He sneered. "Winston, you’re growing old, and your heart isn’t functioning properly. You have just a few days left to live. This opportunity for survival should be left for us."

Winston looked grim as he tightened his grip on his gun. His bodyguards and the other rich man’s

bodyguards aimed their guns at each other.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out as the bodyguard next to Dexter accidentally fired his gun, causing panic among the others who then opened fire.

In just a moment, the majority of bodyguards with guns were killed. Winston grabbed a gun and shot the person behind him. The other person also fired, and both of them lay in a pool of blood. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Having no one to worry about, Dexter seemed to have unleashed his nature. He sat there, a sinister smile adorning his face. With just a few words, all the threats were resolved.

Dexter reached out to pick up the bloodstained gun lying on the ground, then stood up and slowly approached the severely wounded Winston.

Winston leaned against the wheelchair, his eyes fixed on Dexter with a blend of anger and fear. "Who exactly are you?"

Dexter glared at Winston with disdain. "You have no chance of ever knowing my true identity."

"You’re not a human being... You’re the devil himself..." After uttering those words, Winston passed away.

Winston’s female secretary let out a chilling scream, her tears flowing. She crouched on the ground while clutching her head. "Ah! Please don’t kill me. I didn’t do anything. He made me do it. Please spare my life." Dexter aimed the gun at her.

I felt quite nervous up there, fearing that Dexter might actually kill someone. However, he simply gestured with the gun and the secretary fainted from fright.

With a sneer, Dexter glanced back at the wealthy individuals who were screaming and taking cover. The remaining bodyguards refrained from acting recklessly and hid together. They were short-staffed, with limited guns and bullets.

More ruthless bloodshed was likely to come, and their chances of survival were uncertain.

Dexter stretched his shoulders and extended his hands toward the ventilation duct opening. "Jump down."

In an instant, the anger in his body vanished without a trace as he cast his gaze upon me. He concealed his gun behind his back and smiled at me.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and ponder when he actually found out about me. A hint of disappointment crept over me as it seemed that I couldn’t match his level of intelligence.

I kicked open the ventilation duct, swung my legs, and peered down at Dexter. "When did you find out I was here?"

"You’re quite noisy up there, not like a little mouse at all." Dexter smiled and affectionately joked with me. I snorted.

"I didn’t want to deal with them that quickly. I wanted to have more fun. But you’re so disobedient..." Dexter sighed helplessly, as if powerless against me.

If it were not for me, he would have likely attempted to deliver Winston to the Rebels. He was set on infiltrating the enemy’s inner circle. However, my presence made him hesitate as he was unwilling to risk any harm befalling me. It appeared that I was his only uncertainty.

His eyes burned with confidence as he manipulated those people into killing each other with a few words. He possessed an uncanny ability to foresee the course of events, ensuring that everything unfolded exactly as he had predicted, without any missteps.

However, I was the sole exception to his foresight.

My presence made him apprehensive as he feared any harm that might befall me, regardless of its improbability. Even with only a one in ten thousand chance of me getting hurt, he would never dare to wager on that slim possibility.

"Sophia..." he called out to me again.

I put my trust in him and leaped into his arms. I landed securely as he embraced me. Holding onto his neck, I whispered, "Dexter, will we die on this cruise?"

He looked down at me. "We won’t."

Because he wouldn’t allow that to happen to me.

"Are you the president of Crowdstar Group?" I squinted my eyes.

"My hand hurts..." Dexter began pretending again.

He carried me out of the medical capsule and refused to let go despite the pain in his hand. The silence outside was absolute, as though the entire floor was devoid of any human presence.

"Dexter, there are crazy people outside killing ruthlessly, and you’re still flirting here." Jimmy was leaning against the wall around the corner. There was blood on his body, and he was smiling like a lunatic.

"What are you doing here?" I frowned.

"I was waiting for you." Jimmy stepped forward, followed by Una, whose hands and face were stained with blood.

"I’ve eliminated all the hidden dangers. Let’s head to the VIP section to dine in," Una said firmly.

When Una mentioned that she had eliminated those people, she did so without a hint of emotion. It was as if she had simply resolved an exceedingly simple matter.

Unexpectedly, the cruise ship jolted fiercely. A deafening crash reverberated from the outside.

"Attention everyone on the cruise, I urge you to listen closely. Release the hostages immediately and surrender our people. Failure to do so will result in a shipwreck warning." The shout from outside belonged to none other than the people of Genome Society. They were confronting the Rebels.

"Those lunatics are actually planning to sink the cruise ship," I said with a hint of concern.

Dexter appeared very confident. "Not for the time being. Genome Society can’t afford to let all the wealthy people of Huma die here, particularly the president of Crowdstar Group."

Jimmy also smiled. "The president of Crowdstar Group is actually the biggest financial supporter of the organization. So, who do you think this person is, Dexter?"