Revenge After Death



Steven wanted to say something, but Stephanie couldn't hear him. All he could do was to let her be.

He watched as she dragged him into the trunk and sped away in the car.

Steven subconsciously reached for the seat belt in the passenger seat, but he gave up

immediately when he realized he couldn't touch it.

"Slow down, Stephie. I'm fine, but Joel is still in the trunk. He sounds like he's about to die," he mumbled.

Stephanie couldn't hear him anyway.

They could occasionally hear Joel's fearful shrieks as she sped away on the uneven road toward the scrapyard.

When the car came to a stop, Stephanie got out with a blank expression to open up the trunk.

Steven was a little fearful, as she was currently like a heartless killer. Worried about Joel's safety, he hurriedly followed her out of the car.

Stephanie walked over to the trunk and stopped for a bit before opening it.

Joel was curled up inside, looking somewhat pitiful. He pretended not to move, wanting to escape whenever he could.

Steven was originally worried that he might suddenly attack and hurt Stephanie. He did not expect her to come prepared.

Before Joel could even attack her, she covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, rendering him unconscious.

Steven drew a sharp breath, wishing him all the best.

Stephanie tied Joel up by his legs and dragged him up to a higher vantage before kicking him down. She then hung him upside down by a rope on a container, using him as bait.

Steven stood beneath and looked up at Joel. He looked sorry as he said, "You just had to provoke her..."

Carol's men came over and managed to rescue Joel shortly after, whereas Stephanie successfully caught Carol.

Steven knew all along that once Stephanie got serious, Carol wouldn't be a match for her at all. That was because she had never taken Carol seriously before.

Stephanie, who wore a flat hat and dressed in all-black sportswear, boarded the cargo ship. The ship was headed toward the high seas.

She was going to find Andy. It did not matter if Jimmy was in hiding; she had her ways to locate him.

"Are you alone, miss?" The cargo ship headed toward the high seas had a mixed crowd.

"Take a guess," Stephanie replied coldly, stepping on her suitcase.

The man leaned closer with a smirk. "You're being mysterious. What's inside your suitcase?"

Usually, only outlaws would venture out on the high seas like this, but what crime could a woman like Stephanie have committed?

"What exactly did you do?" The man recklessly tried to get closer to her.

Steven stood at the side and reached out to try to stop the man, yet he couldn't do anything. He could only watch as the man dug his own grave.

As expected, Stephanie's combat knife pierced through the man's palm the next second. She then sliced his throat in a swift motion.

The ship was filled with fugitives with death sentences from various countries. There was no chance for her to stay safe if she did not completely eliminate someone as dangerous as this man.

The others weren't strangers to seeing flesh being cut and blood pooling across the cabin.

The administrator came over and frowned at the body at his feet. He then instructed the others to toss it into the high seas.

"Anyone who can get on this ship is willing to risk it all. It's better not to stir up trouble," he advised everyone else not to provoke Stephanie.

The others whispered among themselves before retreating to a corner, leaving her alone.

Stephanie snorted before pulling the brim of her hat down. She could finally get some shut- eye now.

"Keep watch for me, Steven," she softly mumbled.

Steven sighed before sitting down next to Stephanie. "Alright, I'll keep watch for you. Sleep

well."

Even though they couldn't touch, they seemed to be communicating effortlessly.