Revenge After Death

Chapter 87

Steven was running a fever. His breath was warm, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his stance was unsteady.

He hugged me from behind and whispered, “Stephle… I’m scared.”

It was everyone else who feared him, even people like Eva. Though they were the type who got their thrills by bullying others, he was someone who’d kill in cold blood,

“You guys have ulterior motives, actually teaming up with this psycho killer! You won’t be leaving now that you’re here!” Eva sald angrily, signaling those around her to take action.

Rachel remained unaware. I grabbed both of them and hurriedly headed out.

I yanked Steven, causing him to stumble and almost lose his balance.

Eva came with three people. They were big, tough individuals.

It was wiser to retreat than to face unnecessary harm.

Rachel and I quickly ran out. She was pressing the elevator button forcefully.

“Why are you still taking the elevator? Did you call the cops?” I asked while we were running.

“How would I know we’d get beaten up…” Rachel followed me, saying defiantly.

I was

and looked at me

you looking at… run!” I

anything, turning her head to look at the corridor. “Where’s

Steven didn’t come

back to Steven quickly.

He was sick!

extinguisher from the hallway and rushed in. I couldn’t

the living room, I was

at all. The people

frightened. She collapsed on the ground, and her face turned

tossed aside the stick in his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his

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holding the fire extinguisher in my

provided a stark contrast against the bright red blood.

at me after a fight? The impact of that

a beat. I tossed the fire

me like a scolded child, his head lowered,

spot that I let out my frustration. “Are