All Chapters of Revenge For Cutting My Safety Rope: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

My consciousness started to blur.In a daze, I seemed to have returned to those days abroad.It was a dangerous place, but full of vitality.When I was five, I was abducted and trafficked, eventually ending up at the border. It was Old Hawk who pulled me out among a pile of corpses.He thought I was filthy, but he gave me half a piece of hardtack.My adoptive father, Old Hawk, was a man of few words, and also one of the world's top marksmen. He taught me how to assemble a Glock in three seconds. He said, "A gun is a partner more reliable than people."My adoptive mother, TNT, was an elegant lunatic.She taught me how to make liquid bombs from supermarket detergent.She said, "If anyone bullies you, blow them up. No need to reason with them."And then there was Eason, my sworn brother who crawled out of the same pile of corpses.He always saved the best meat for me. With a smile, he would break the arms and legs of anyone who made me cry.Those days of living on the knife's

With that, her eyes rolled back and she collapsed limply in Shawn's arms, faking unconsciousness. Her acting was so superb that Oscar owed her an award.Shawn didn't even spare me a glance. He only had eyes for his kind, harmless fake sister."Janice! Janice, what's wrong?!"He shouted anxiously, then turned to me. He looked as if he wanted to hack me into a thousand pieces."You vicious woman! If anything happens to Janice, you'll pay with your life!"He strode over and kicked my wounded thigh hard. The excruciating pain made my vision go black, cold sweat instantly soaking my back.The doctor rushed in, took in the scene, and immediately understood what was expected of him. He made a show of examining Janice."Mr. Lingard, this is bad! Miss Janice is experiencing myocardial ischemia from extreme shock!"If she doesn't get a blood transfusion immediately, it could lead to heart failure!"But the camp is remote and has no blood bank..."What a clumsy lie. Shock required a blo

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"It was Mr. Lingard's fault! Mr. Lingard forced me to draw the blood!"It was also Mr. Lingard who told me to pull the tube! It has nothing to do with me!"My adoptive father nodded, his tone flat."Since Mr. Lingard enjoys pulling tubes and drawing blood so much, let him experience it himself."Eason immediately understood.He efficiently strapped Shawn onto a simple stretcher and gave him no anesthesia.He pulled out a row of gleaming scalpels from his bag and laid them out one by one."Shawn, I heard you're a business prodigy. I wonder if the inside of your body is different from ordinary people."Shawn struggled frantically, tears and snot smeared across his face."I have money! I'll give you money!"I'm the CEO of Lingard Corporation! I'll give you as much money as you want! Shares! I'll give you shares too!"Let me go! I'm Anna's brother!"He finally remembered that he was my brother.I sat in a wheelchair while my adoptive mother band

We pushed open the basement door.The heavy metallic door made a dull sound as it opened. Shawn and Janice immediately sprang apart, staring at us in horror."That's quite an elaborate plan, Shawn."I looked at Shawn with a half-smile."Unfortunately, Uncle Hank won't be coming."I snapped my fingers. The projector on the wall lit up, showing a live broadcast from an international news channel.On screen, the usually respectable-looking Hank was being shoved into a police car by two Interpol officers, his head pressed down.The headline read: "Transnational Crime Syndicate Dismantled—Lingard Corporation Executive Suspected of Arms Smuggling and Attempted Murder."And in the informant column were the words: Dark Night.Shawn and Janice were dumbfounded. Their last hope had burst like a soap bubble.Shawn collapsed to the floor, muttering to himself: "Impossible... impossible..."Janice was so terrified she lost control of her bladder. A foul stench spread through the air.