Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse

After the two brothers had settled on a plan, they began moving the supplies from the living room of Apartment 1601, trip after trip.

The sound of the handcart’s wheels and the opening and closing of the door echoed through the hallway. After several trips back and forth, they finally finished moving everything.

Once the supplies were moved, the two men returned to the bedroom.

Inside, the five members of the Lawson family were still bound on the floor like corpses, some lying down, others sitting up.

Drake Lowell pushed the handcart over to Yvonne York. He bent down, pulled her up, and tossed her onto the cart.

Then he pushed the cart over to Gregory Lawson, lifted him up, and threw him on as well.

The two brothers had figured it out long ago: in Yvonne York’s eyes, her son, Gregory Lawson, was the most important thing.

They decided to keep Gregory alive for now, using him to threaten Yvonne and make her willingly serve the three brothers. After a few days, once Yvonne had accepted her fate, they would quietly dispose of Gregory.

Watching Drake Lowell push Yvonne York and Gregory Lawson out of the room and close the bedroom door, Mason Lawson suddenly had a realization—’These two robbers aren’t what they claim to be!’

’They just moved so many supplies! They’re definitely not going to let my family go!’

A sense of crisis instantly swept over him. Mason Lawson began to cry out "Mmmph! Mmmph!" again, struggling and convulsing wildly.

Seeing this, Titus Lowell let out a vicious, cold smirk.

Titus walked over to Mason, squatted down, grabbed his arm, and with a powerful yank, dragged him to the window like a dead dog.

Then, Titus went to the corner and dragged Joyce Lawson and her grandmother over as well.

Titus saw that Joyce’s grandmother had passed out, so he paid her no mind. Instead, he reached up and ripped the duct tape off the mouths of Joyce and Mason.

Under the nervous gazes of the father and daughter, Titus clicked his tongue. Then he spoke. "Alright, since the old hag has passed out, that just leaves the two of you..."

"If you two have any last words, hurry up and say them. Don’t say I’m not merciful, not giving you a chance to leave a final statement. Tsk, if I hadn’t found religion after the Cataclysm, I wouldn’t be soft-hearted enough to waste this time on you!"

’Last words?!’

Understanding the meaning behind Titus Lowell’s words, Mason Lawson shuddered violently. His eyes widened as he stammered, "No... don’t... You... you clearly promised before that you’d let us live..."

The more Mason spoke, the more desperate he became. He squirmed over to Titus’s feet, looked up with pleading eyes, and said, "We’ve already given you all our money, all our supplies, even my wife... I’m begging you, just let us live!..."

By the end, his voice was choked with sobs, and tears of despair streamed down his cheeks, dripping onto the floor one by one.

However, Titus Lowell merely gave him a cold glance, the corners of his mouth turning up in a cruel smile.

He said in a low voice, "Nothing to say, huh? Then I’ll just send you on your way..."

With that, Titus reached up and unlocked the security lock on the window, preparing to throw the three of them—grandmother, father, and daughter—out.

Seeing this, Mason Lawson’s face went deathly pale. He cried out, "No! Don’t—"

He squirmed forward and bit down on Titus’s pant leg, sobbing uncontrollably as he pleaded, "I don’t want to die! I’m begging you, spare me! As long as you let me live, I’ll do anything you want!..."

Titus kicked Mason away impatiently and frowned. "Shut up! And stay put! If I throw you out, it’ll take two minutes for you to meet your maker. You won’t suffer much. But if you dare cause a scene, I’ll chop off your arms and legs! I’ll let you be tortured to death!"

At these words, Mason flinched in terror, his body recoiling so sharply that he bumped right into Joyce Lawson behind him.

When he saw Joyce, his eyes lit up as if he had just seen his savior.

He struggled to lift his head and said to Titus, "Don’t kill me! I’m still useful!... I’ll-I’ll give you my daughter! Just let me go!"

"The only reason you don’t want my daughter is because you’re afraid she won’t obey, right? Don’t worry, she’s always listened to me ever since she was a child! As long as I tell her to serve you obediently, she would never dare to resist! Please, I’m begging you, spare my life!"

Hearing this, Joyce Lawson lifted her head and looked coldly at Mason Lawson.

Before Titus could say anything, Joyce took a deep breath and said in a low voice to Mason, "Dad, I’ve always wanted to ask you... in your eyes, am I just a tool to be sacrificed?"

It wasn’t just now. Earlier, when Gregory Lawson was being beaten, her parents had immediately pushed her forward as a human shield.

Hearing Joyce say this, Mason’s expression stiffened.

He lowered his head in embarrassment and mumbled, "Joyce, Dad has no other choice! You’re a good daughter, you can’t just watch your father die, can you?"

Mason Lawson looked up at Joyce Lawson, his eyes full of pleading.

However, Joyce remained unmoved, simply watching him in silence.

Keeping a close eye on his daughter’s expression, Mason continued, "Joyce, just agree to it. Serve them well... Otherwise, the three of us are all going to die!"

Hearing this, Titus Lowell also looked at Joyce Lawson, a thoughtful expression on his face.

They already had Maisie Lynch, whose figure and looks were better than Joyce Lawson’s. To him, Joyce was dispensable.

Besides, Joyce had been far too calm tonight. Women like that were often cunning and hard to control. Titus felt it wasn’t worth the risk for a woman of her looks.

But since Mason had said this, Titus decided to test the waters. "Little girl," he asked, "if you’re really willing to be obedient and serve us well, I could consider letting you live..."

At these words, Mason Lawson’s eyes lit up instantly!

He turned to look at Joyce with hopeful eyes, as if clutching at his last lifeline. "Joyce, did you hear that?!" he said excitedly. "We’re saved! Quick, hurry up and agree!"

Joyce Lawson stared at Mason Lawson for a while. After a long moment, a contemptuous sneer slowly formed on her lips.

She looked up at Titus and said, "I refuse. Kill me or torture me, do whatever you want."

Joyce Lawson wasn’t intentionally seeking death; she had her own calculations. Because her comforter was thin, she always wore her thickest clothes to bed.

Compared to Mason’s thin pajamas, Joyce was wearing several layers of thermal underwear beneath her clothes. Even if she were thrown into the snow, she could hold on for a while.

On top of that, Joyce had a small hammer for self-defense and the key to the apartment building in her pocket. Once she was thrown out, she could try to break a window on the second floor and find a chance to survive.

But if she was taken away by the man in front of her, that would be certain death. They would never give her a chance to escape!

When Mason heard her refusal, his face instantly turned ashen. He let out a wail and screamed curses at Joyce, "You bastard! You little bitch!... If I’d known you were this kind of trash, I should have drowned you the day you were born! You slut! I-I’ll haunt you for this!"

Hearing Joyce’s words, Titus’s expression darkened as well.

He snorted coldly and said, "In that case, the three of you can have a reunion in the afterlife."

With that, Titus grabbed a nearby rag and stuffed it into Mason’s mouth to keep him from screaming.

Then, Titus hoisted Mason onto his shoulder like a dead pig, planning to throw him out first.

Just then, with a CREAK, the bedroom door opened.

Titus heard the noise and jumped in shock.

He whipped his head around to see a girl in coral fleece pajamas standing in the doorway, watching them with a blank expression.