My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 89

Ray really wanted to see if Sean’s followers truly believed in his “Lord“, or just in the supplies that keep them alive?

Ray posted in the group chat: [Anyone who blasts Sean Form of Building 3’s ass open will receive ten boxes of instant noodles… or an equivalent amount of anything else

Ten boxes of noodles, or the same value in food and water enough to make any “brave soul” step forward and pulverize Sean’s ass? Absolutely.

‘Dare to threaten me? I don’t even need to lift a finger. Just post a bounty, and I’ll watch you get screwed.‘ Ray chuckled and didn’t give Sean another thought.

That afternoon, he placed the promised food and water at the door and monitored it via the cameras.

Around three o’clock, a man appeared. About thirty years old, muscular, rugged–looking, with a tattoo on his neck and a scar across his face–he had the kind of presence that could scare children in broad daylight. He held a flashlight and, seeing the supplies on the ground, smiled and started loading them up.

Strong as he was, carrying all the supplies alone was easy for him. Ray watched as the man disappeared down the hallway into the underground garage. Beyond that, he lost sight–outside the camera’s range.

Would anyone try to rob Kent? Ray wondered briefly, but it was just idle curiosity. He shrugged and dismissed the thought.

Building 7, Unit 902.

Knock, knock, knock. The door rattled.

The homeowner, William, peered through the peephole. Outside stood a stunningly beautiful, young woman, her body trembling as she hugged herself for warmth.

It made sense–she was wearing only a thin sweater in this freezing weather. Yet, that thin layer also revealed her full figure, her round breasts forming enticing curves that made his Adam’s apple bob.

“Is anyone there?” the woman’s voice trembled. “Please… I’m hungry, I’m thirsty, I’m cold. Just let me in, I’ll do whatever you say!”

William couldn’t resist. Click–the lock opened. “Hey, beautiful-”

But suddenly, the soft, delicate look vanished. Her eyes hardened, wrists twisting to reveal a sharp dagger. In one swift motion, she slashed William’s neck. Blood gushed immediately.

“H–hoh!” William couldn’t even speak, his eyes wide in terror at the cold–blooded woman before him. He reached out as if to stop her, to demand why she would kill, but she swatted him aside disdainfully.

William hit the floor, blood pooling rapidly around him.

The commotion drew his wife to the door. “Honey, what’s

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Her words froze as she saw him lying in a growing pool of blood. A high–pitched scream tore from her throat.

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