Revenge After Death



"Let's go. If they don't let us in, what else can we do but leave?" Steven 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 Rachel was still suffering from a high fever.

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

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

A loud bang suddenly rang out. Without anyone paying attention, Steven swiftly turned around and forcefully bumped the two bodyguards' heads together, causing them to faint instantly. Steven 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.

Steven 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 Steven.

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.

Steven 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 Steven warily. "As far as I know, you're from the Lincoln family. You can't be the president of Crowdstar Group."

"Why is it impossible? Everything's possible. What if I truly am?" Steven 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 Steven. 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 Steven firmly.

I stepped forward anxiously. "Steven..."

Steven 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?"Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"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."

Steven was correct. Without bodyguards, they would die miserably on the cruise. Eason and Joel exchanged glances and agreed. Steven 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 Steven. Despite Maverick being a doctor, Steven still requested another doctor, implying that he didn't fully trust Maverick. We needed to return to Rachel's room as soon as possible.