Revenge After Death



The crowd swarmed onto the balcony, and Michael was no match for so many people. The blood stains on his shirt gradually increased. I couldn't tell if it was from his own blood or the blood of others.

I stood on the deck and averted my gaze. Even though I didn't love him anymore, it seemed like I couldn't just watch him die either.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Steven shot me a glance before turning to the rabid crowd below. "His mother is on one of the rescue ships. If you kill him, there's no way you're getting off this ship even if you do manage to find the president of Crowdstar Group."

After his words, the people immediately stopped what they were doing.

"Don't listen to his bullshit. That guy is definitely the president. I say we kill this one first before we go up and get him. Then, we'll turn him in in exchange for our freedom!"

"Yeah, let's kill him first!"

"If you insist on killing him, you're welcome to try. But then, none of you will be getting off the cruise," Steven replied blankly.

The air was still. The people shot glances at each other, but no one could bring themselves to do anything before the rest did. It was better to be safe than sorry. Hence, none of them wanted to make any rash decisions.

"What now?" someone asked the leader.

The leader in question frowned. He didn't lift his head to look at Steven. "Are you really the president of Crowdstar Group?"

Steven let out a scoff. "Even if I am, why would I tell you?"

The man's expression was sour. "Who cares? We'll just hand him in first so that we can get off this damned cruise."

"I'm aware that everyone wants to get out of here alive. However, at the rate we're killing each other, have you ever thought that we'll all just end up dead? They wouldn't even have to do anything," Steven said again.

Everyone shot each other a glance.

He continued, "I know you all have family waiting for you at home. If you kill him today, you'll end up getting killed by his men tomorrow. This is a vicious cycle. How on earth are you so sure that you'll survive till the end?"

His words left them all at a loss for words.

"What should we do, then? If we don't do as they say and rescue doesn't come soon enough, we'll all die of starvation.

"Even if we don't starve to death on this ship, we'll get killed for our room keys. We have no other choice either we just want to get out of here alive." The leader looked at Steven.

"If you can trust me, I'll give you another choice. Bring him up the deck and try to get the attention of the rescue ships.

"If they don't come for him, you can kill him. But chances are, they'll be in a rush to negotiate with the Rebels." According to Steven's guess, Michael's mother would definitely be on one of the organization's rescue ships that were nearby.

Michael shot Steven a glare. Was he trying to save him or get him killed? In his opinion, Steven was probably trying to use this opportunity to get back at him.

The crowd of people listened to Steven. Some of them approached Michael and put a knife against his neck. "Don't try anything funny. Go up."

Michael kept his eyes behind him cautiously and slowly went up the ladder. Then, Eason and Zion pulled him up.

Just as the people below were about to come up to the deck, Steven withdrew the ladder.

Seething, the people glared at him. "You tricked us?"

He just smiled in response. "All's fair in war. You shouldn't put your trust in anyone in situations like this.

Eason and Zion were equally stunned. They looked at Steven in shock.

"You tricked them? I thought you were telling the truth. I thought we were saved and was so happy about it too. You big liar."