My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 50

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Chapter 50

Ray grinned at the young wife. “Want food and water? Come up to my place.”

“Ray!” the foul–mouthed man roared, enraged. “You’re trying to poach my woman right in front of me? You’ve got some nerve!”

He lunged forward, reaching for Ray’s collar.

Ray moved instantly. He twisted the man’s arm into a lock, wrenched it sharply, and pulled.

Crack.

The arm popped out of its socket right then and there.

Leo was even fiercer. Seeing someone attack his master, he charged and clamped his jaws onto the man’s calf in one savage bite.

With Ray’s current combat skills, handling three or four guys at once wouldn’t be a problem. If he used his dimensional space… he could clear out the entire neighborhood. Not just once–he could do it over and over.

“Ahhh-!” The man screamed.

A dislocated arm hurt, but Leo’s bite was pure agony, straight to the bone. Cold sweat drenched him instantly.

“Get lost,” Ray said coldly, thinking, ‘Serves you right. At a time like this–when the law, order, even basic decency are crumbling—you still have the guts to provoke me? You’re just asking for it.‘

He released the man’s arm, but Leo refused to let go, still biting down hard.

A truly loyal dog.

Ray felt a swell of satisfaction. In an apocalypse, dogs were far more reliable than people.

Give a dog a scrap, and it’ll never betray you. Give a person a scrap, and they’ll start eyeing everything you have, scheming how to take it all–and maybe your life too.

“Leo, let go,” Ray said calmly. “His meat’s no good. I’ll give you steak when we get back.”

At his master’s command, Leo finally released him.

The others nearly choked on their anger when they heard that.

Every household was staring down shortages, and he was giving steak to a dog?

It was maddening.

“Ray, you attacked me and set your dog on me!” the man gasped, face slick with sweat. “I’m telling you, don’t pay up until you’re ruined, this isn’t over!”

Ray laughed out loud. “Then call the cops.”

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“Ray, do you really think this disaster will last forever?” someone else challenged. “Once it’s over, people like you–and what you’ve done–will face the consequences.”

Ray couldn’t be bothered to reply.

Did he throw the first punch?

No. This was self–defense.

Whatever. Why waste the breath?

He looked back at the young wife and smiled. “My offer stands. But the price… you understand, right?”

With that, he turned and walked away, continuing his stroll with the dog.

Everyone trembled with rage at Ray’s arrogance.

But think about it–Ray owed them nothing. They had approached him. When they couldn’t buy what they wanted, they turned around and blamed him. Who encouraged that kind of entitlement?

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