Revenge After Death



"I'll pay." Michael materialized out of nowhere and offered to pay.

I looked around. There was no sight of Yasmin tailing after him. Had she completely given up?

I scoffed before raising my hand, signaling for him to go ahead. "Please, Mr. Ford."

Since he was filthy rich, we might as well use his money. Yasmin's gifts, along with her parents' medical bills, should've totaled up to about a million or more.

He shot me a complicated look. He opened his mouth to speak but didn't end up saying anything.

"These prices... I really can't afford anything. I only have 30 grand in my savings..." Zion scratched his

head. The 30 grand was only there because he never got a chance to spend it.

Rachel smiled sheepishly. "I have five grand in my bank account..."

We were all poor here.

"I..." I thought about it. Aside from Steven, it didn't seem like I had anything else.

"I only have Steven..." I trailed off embarrassedly.

I had no money, and Steven wasn't here either.

"I" Michael wanted to say something, but he stopped himself before he did.

He had suffered from injuries previously and did not look too good at the moment.

"He has money. Let him get the tab!" Joel pointed at Jimmy. "Hey, you've been smiling all this while. Shouldn't you be offering or something?"

Jimmy immediately wiped the smile off of his face and remained silent.

"How stingy. What's the point of earning so much when you're not gonna spend it? Are you going to take it with you to the grave?" Joel spat.

Jimmy looked at Una and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

All of us rolled our eyes. How biased.

Una smiled and walked toward Michael. "I want a sandwich."

She wanted Michael to get it for her.

He nodded in response. "Okay." He was rather willing to spoil her.

Rachel rolled her eyes in disgust, and I did the same.

Xandra bought the two children some bread and milk. Those items alone cost her 500 grand.

"They could just take our money, but they're still giving us food and water anyway. Is this a joke to them? "Eason complained.

"You have some too, Yara. Eat up." Xandra got Yara some food as well.

Yara had been looking after Ashton and Xan all this while. She acted like an older sister despite only being around ten years old herself.

"Eat up, Yara." I patted her head. She could've gotten off the ship.

She nodded and started munching away.

"This is daylight robbery! A sandwich is 300 grand! Where on earth are we supposed to get so much money from? Why don't you just kill us, then!"

Some people could afford the food, but some evidently couldn't. It was clear that only a handful were able to eat now.

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"Give us the food!" Someone was already starting to riot.

I had anticipated that something like this would happen. I promptly backed up with Yara and the two children.

"Michael is buying food!"

Zion wanted to protect Michael, but the crowd suddenly got violent. Michael was pushed to the front. He had some food in hand, so they swarmed over to take it from him. Not everyone could afford bread and water for hundreds of thousands.

Zion, Eason, and Joel all rushed forward. They tried to protect Michael and the bread he had purchased, but all three of them got caught up in the mess. None of the bread survived. Michael lost a hundred grand in a short three minutes.

That amount might've been loose change for him, but we were able to see how crazy people became if they got incredibly hungry or were put in a disadvantageous situation.

They only went for the things Michael was holding. They didn't dare to go for the bread at the counter as the people guarding it were armed with guns. The crowd only settled down when someone fired a bullet into the air.

I watched as Michael and the three others trudged out from the sea of people. Their faces were all scratched up. They looked horrible, but it was hilarious.

Rachel couldn't help it. She broke into a fit of laughter.

Michael's expression was sour. He walked over with a grim look.