Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 262

Chapter 262: CHAPTER 262 Chapter 262: CHAPTER 262 I stared warily at the leader.

The leader of the Rebels was clearly intent on killing the president of Crowdstar Group to send a message to the organization.

If Dayton was indeed the president, I had to find a way to save him.

“Bring him over here,” demanded the leader in a low voice.

His subordinates immediately escorted Dayton to the safe.

Dayton paled with fright.

It was evident that he was a timid scion.

Yet, it was this very timid person who stood up to protect the woman.

The woman cried and shook her head, clinging tightly to Dayton.

The leader sneered as he grabbed the woman’s hair and threw her to the ground.

“Hey!

Could you show more consideration toward women?” I asked with a frown, diverting the leader’s attention.

Dexter had always understood my intentions.

I wanted to protect Dayton.

“With so many of us, why should we be afraid of them?

We still have a chance!

Let’s be brave for ourselves this time.

Please help me!” Dayton looked at all the people around him, pleading for help.

Those wealthy individuals, those who had once called him friends…

Those so-called friends, those who pestered him to bring them along on this cruise…

Not a single one of those supposed relatives and friends dared to voice their opinions at this moment.

Not a soul dared to lift their gaze.

Dayton was feeling utterly desperate.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his hands were clenched tightly.

He refused to unlock the safe.

The leader gazed at me with a smile.

“Don’t worry.

You’ll do it one by one.

If he can’t open the safe, your turn will come eventually.” “You’d better hope that you’re not the mysterious president of Crowdstar Group, the secret benefactor who generously donates money and resources to the organization and provides crucial support funds!” The leader’s voice was filled with a deep, intense hatred toward the president of Crowdstar Group.

I took a deep breath warily and prepared to speak.

But just as I was about to, Dexter grabbed my wrist and looked at me.

“Don’t act rashly.” I nodded in agreement.

The leader walked up to Dayton and punched him.

How could someone as delicate as Dayton endure such agony?

Dayton remained on the ground with great pain and had difficulty getting up.

However, he showed resilience by gripping his hands tightly and not cooperating with the leader.

This seemingly frail scion managed to change my perception of him.

Despite the leader’s relentless attempts to beat Dayton, he stubbornly refused to cooperate.

The female celebrity he rescued showed great compassion as she knelt on the ground, pleading with the leader, “Stop!

Please, stop beating him.

I’ll go with you.

Can you let him go?

He’s not the president of Crowdstar Group.” Dayton clenched his teeth and coughed up blood.

“Xandra, stop begging them.

Get up…” The female celebrity named Xandra Zander shook her head.

“You’re going too far!” Damien was the first to stand up, probably because he couldn’t stand it anymore.

I glanced at him, wondering what kind of hero he was pretending to be.

Wasn’t he asking for a beating?

As expected, the leader’s subordinates stepped forward to beat Damien.

Juliet hid trembling behind Damien, her voice shaking as she spoke, “Damien, don’t…” Damien had a strong presence.

When he was angry, ordinary people would get a bit scared.

I rolled my eyes and proposed a bet to Violette and the others, “Let’s make a bet.

Who will win?” Violette replied softly, “If they don’t use a gun, I’ll bet on Damien.” I remained silent.

After all, Damien should have resisted being beaten.

Right as the subordinates were prepared to proceed, their leader intervened.

“If you refuse to cooperate, I’ll end her life,” the leader threatened, his knife pressed firmly against Xandra’s neck.

In an instant, a crimson stain adorned her delicate, pale skin.

This time, he struck a nerve with Dayton.

Dayton clenched his teeth and slowly released his grip.

“Okay…

I’ll try.

You let her go.” “Cheap bastard!

If you had just listened to my instruction from the start, I wouldn’t have harmed you, but you just had to put up a fight.” The leader had a strange smile and a stiff expression on his face.

He was wearing a human face mask.

I sensed something was wrong with him, not because of how he looked but because of his voice…

His voice had clearly been distorted, but strangely, it felt familiar.

It was truly weird.

It sent chills down my spine.

“Everyone must listen to our instructions and work with us to survive.” The leader smiled strangely as he pulled Dayton’s hair and asked him to match his irises.

He was controlling these people as if it were a game of obedience, giving everyone subtle hints.

Suddenly, the alarm of the safe blared.

“Palm print does not match…” The leader threw Dayton out and glared at everyone.

“He’s not the president of Crowdstar Group.

Since he dares to deceive us…

there will only be one outcome.

Death.” The leader was approaching Dayton with a knife.

Zion and Eason locked eyes and made a silent pact to rush in to save him.

They refused to stand idly by, even if the odds were against them.

“Hey!

In the game you planned, you’re God.

If God possesses the ability to manipulate life and death, what’s the point of this game?

If it’s unfair, the participants’ experience will be greatly compromised,” Dexter spoke before the two reckless men charged forward.

His voice was low and filled with ridicule.

The leader turned sharply and locked eyes with Dexter, a silent challenge passing between them.

As the leader shifted toward Dexter, my frown deepened.

I immediately stood protectively in front of him.

Damien subconsciously attempted to step forward to protect me but was stopped by the Rebels.

Perhaps noticing the absence of fear in my eyes, the leader paused.

He gazed at me, then at Dexter, and suddenly grinned.

“You’re right.” After speaking, he looked at his subordinates.

“It doesn’t matter.

We have plenty of time.

Everyone here, step forward one by one.

Even if I have to go through a thousand people, I’ll find him.” The leader moved a chair and took a seat.

The subordinates randomly chose a person and instructed him to test the palm prints and irises.

If the safe blared, it indicated that he was not the right one.

“Shouldn’t the safe go into shut-down mode?

They’ve matched wrongly so many times, and it still hasn’t gone into shut-down mode,” I murmured.

“This type of safe is extremely secure.

The system can be customized at will.

There must’ve been experts behind the scenes who attempted to force it open, but they were unable to do so.

They can only alter the program to keep the safe from shutting down,” explained Eason.

I nodded and settled on the ground, observing the scene.

“The president of Crowdstar Group has concealed himself very effectively.

He also demonstrates a strong sense of self-preservation.

He’s certainly no ordinary person.

He must be a genius.” Dexter responded with a hum.

I pinched Dexter’s waist and scolded him, “You told me not to act impulsively, but you’re being a hero yourself.” Dexter pulled me into his arms and replied softly, “I know how to use my brain, unlike some people who are utterly foolish.” Dexter was mocking Damien.

Damien clenched his hands and shot Dexter a warning look.

Not far away, Una sat elegantly and calmly in the corner.

She cast a fearless gaze over the room.

It was clear that she was determinedly seeking the identity of the president of Crowdstar Group too.

“Even though the president of Crowdstar Group may not be a good person he provides a steady stream of financial support to Genome Society, enabling them to invest more funds in genetic and human experiments…” “But this person is key as he can help us further understand and infiltrate to find the mastermind behind the organization,” I whispered, reminding Eason, Zion, and the others.

No matter what, we had to find a way to ensure that the president of Crowdstar Group was not exposed.