A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1703 - 369: Only by Living Can You Take Revenge
The boy stood with his back straight, his clear eyes revealing a determined look, lips pursed tightly. Though young, he already gave off a sense of reassuring reliability.
Yun Miao curled her lips, "Your wish will come true."
Maqi curled up pretending to sleep, his ears perked up to listen to their conversation. Unfortunately, he couldn’t understand a word, and eventually, fatigue overcame him, and he unknowingly fell asleep.
In the latter half of the night, there was suddenly noise outside the door. Yun Miao, a light sleeper, instantly opened her eyes, and fighting sounds soon came from outside.
"Ors, are you crazy?" Dylan’s angry voice rang out.
"I’m not crazy, you’re the one who’s crazy. We have to kill that person now; he’s definitely with those people, here to end us. Otherwise, we’ll all die." Ors said as he charged inside, murderous intent rising.
"You’ll get the Boss killed." Dylan suddenly barred his way, "Don’t be rash."
"I’m not being rash." Ors coldly curled his lips, "The Boss will die a worthy death, won’t he?"
"You..." Dylan stared at him in shock, not expecting Ors to... he actually...
The Boss held him in such high regard.
At this point, a group of people rushed out from behind Ors, guns pointed at Dylan. Dylan said incredulously, "You actually...."
Ors gave a sinister smile, "Dylan, I advise you to seize the opportunity. Maqi is done for. I will lead you to open up new territories, spreading Marion’s name to every corner of the world...."
"You...you traitor." Dylan angrily pointed at him and said, "With powerful pursuers behind us now, yet you engage in infighting, you fool. Why can’t we unite against the external threat? Otherwise, if Maqi and I die, do you think you can escape those pursuers?"
Ors sneered, "That’s not your concern. You can either surrender or follow my orders."
"No way."
Ors’ eyes grew cold, "Then don’t blame me for not being polite, alright?"
With those words, he waved his hand, "Tie him up and await my orders."
A gunshot shattered the night’s silence, and a group of people emerged from behind Dylan, causing Ors’ eyes to narrow slightly.
Dylan said coldly, "I could tell you had ulterior motives long ago, did you really think I wasn’t prepared?"
"Ah, so you knew all along, I underestimated you." Ors curled his lips.
"Ors, put down the gun. Now is the time for us to unite against the enemy; we can’t allow internal chaos at this time, or aren’t we giving the enemy an opportunity?" Dylan tried to persuade him earnestly, still hoping this man could turn over a new leaf.
Once a person’s nature is set, it’s very hard to change, unless you’re willing to risk paying with your life to trust a dog not to eat its own feces anymore.
"Alright, I promise you." Ors put down the gun, shrugged, "I was momentarily confused. If you can choose to forgive me, I’m grateful."
As he spoke, he walked toward Dylan, who smiled reassuringly.
Just as Ors was about to reach Dylan, he suddenly pulled out a handgun, and Dylan’s eyes widened in terror, realizing that now it was too late to draw his gun. In that moment, he despaired, thinking it was foolish to trust Ors, better to trust a dog.
Bang—a gunshot pierced the night.
His heart trembled violently.
The expected pain did not come. He subconsciously opened his eyes to see Ors’ eyes bulging, glaring at him unwillingly, then suddenly tumbling to the ground.
The blood quickly pooled beneath him.
Ors’ men retreated in horror, now without a leader, what were they to do?
"To a person who has betrayed once, trust is like a death sentence." A cold mocking voice suddenly resounded, drifting softly through the night sea breeze, causing everyone who heard it to tremble involuntarily.
Dylan looked toward the voice to see a tall figure slowly emerging from the darkness. The youth’s skin glowed in the moonlight like white jade, eyes as dark as ink, unfathomable, and his stunning features lacked effeminacy, with an added hint of sinister allure.
Though his clothes were tattered, the noble aura he exuded made him appear like an emperor reigning high above, making one subconsciously want to kneel at his feet.
Dylan swallowed hard, "You...you...."
Ah Fu, following beside the youth, translated what he said earlier, causing Dylan to look deeply at the youth.
"I just want to survive, to leave this sea, I pose no threat to you. Why can’t we cooperate? After all, no one knows those people better than I do."
Yun Miao smiled nonchalantly, his calm and unhurried demeanor instinctively elicited submission.
Dylan furrowed his brow, "Can I choose to trust you?"
"You have no choice."
Indeed, there was no choice; with powerful pursuers on their tails, the nearest port was tens of thousands of miles away, Ors had betrayed their former oaths, now he could only choose to believe this person.
"Alright, I promise you, release the Boss now." Dylan said contemplatively.
"Maqi, he must die."
Dylan’s eyes widened instantly, "You...."
"Only then can you control everyone on this ship. If you want to survive, you must listen to me." The youth’s steady voice rose slowly.
Dylan shook his head, "No...."
Maqi, hands bound, stumbled out of the cabin, "Dylan, save me."
Dylan looked deeply at him.
Yun Miao tossed a handgun in front of him, "Kill him."
Dylan stood still.
He couldn’t do it; this was the person he had once sworn lifetime loyalty to.
Some people would rather die than betray their faith.
Dylan picked up the handgun and aimed it at his own head.
But was kicked away, the youth laughed mockingly, "Proving your loyalty with death, how laughable and foolish."
Dylan stared at him blankly.
"I want you to live, kill him."
The youth’s eyes were like a vortex, seemingly sucking his soul inside.
He picked up the handgun.
All people fear death, that kind of courage will never come a second time.
His fingers trembled, already lacking the courage to aim the gun at his own head.
To live...to live...that’s the strongest desire in his heart at this moment, he was driven by this desire, at this moment, he didn’t have time to think so much.
Maqi looked at Dylan who raised the handgun toward him, incredulous, "What are you doing?"
