The man in front of me who looks seven-tenths like Omari is actually the current young master of the Lara family, Hayden.
“Mrs. Foley, it’s rare that you still remember me, yes, it’s me. Welcome to this place, as an old acquaintance, I should give you all a surprise.”
Upon hearing this, Cheyenne could tell that it was not a good thing even with her eyes closed.
“Mr. Lara, feel free to use any tricks you have, since we are now in your hands, the power is in your hands, not mine.”
So does her rejection make any difference?
What Hayden admires most about her is her calmness, most women would have cried in fear long ago.
“Well said. Bring number 07 to me.”
Number 07?
What does that mean?
Despite being very curious in her heart, Cheyenne remained calm on her face.
Soon, two large, green and red creatures pushed a huge black cage towards them.
The cage was about two meters high, with iron bars as thick as a wrist, seemingly indestructible.
The metal wheels at the bottom of the cage made a clanking sound as they rubbed against the ground. Covered with a black cloth, Cheyenne couldn’t see what was inside, but she faintly felt a sense of familiarity.
Her eyes fixed on the iron cage, as it drew closer, this feeling became stronger.
“Mrs. Foley, do you know that number 07 is our most perfect work so far?”
“Remove the black cloth and let Mrs. Foley have a good look.”
With a faint sound, the huge black curtain slowly dropped.
The “work” inside the cage gradually came into view.
A man in tattered clothes and disheveled hair squatted in a corner, his messy hair reaching down to his shoulders completely covering his face.
His exposed skin was tanned, with horrifying scars visible on it.
New wounds overlaid old ones, and there were still blood beads in some severe places, indicating recent injuries.
Sensing someone looking at him, the man began to make uneasy howling sounds.
Like a wild beast, his howls were enough to show his unrest.
“Give number 07 a piece of meat, he has been hungry for two days and nights, it’s quite cruel.”
As ordered, one of his men immediately threw a piece of palm-sized raw meat into the cage.
The man quickly picked up the meat and stuffed it into his mouth, tearing and gnawing at it instinctively, letting the blood drip from his teeth onto his collar.
This savage and rough way was reminiscent of primitive humans who had never been civilized thousands of years ago.
Seeing this scene, Cheyenne first felt physically uncomfortable, and the next moment this discomfort turned into heartache.
Because the person locked inside was Omari, whom she had been searching for diligently for days.
He used to be a world-renowned top lawyer, undoubtedly a social elite standing at the top of the pyramid.
Dressed elegantly, charming, and witty, everyone would praise him.
And now he has fallen into such a miserable situation, unkempt, and bloodthirsty.
Cheyenne could not believe this was Omari until she saw the bracelet on his wrist.
It was a red string adorned with a simple black obsidian. It looked rough and cheap, something she had casually won in a lottery on the roadside, which she found ugly at the time. Omari snatched it away and said he wanted it.
Since it wasn’t worth anything valuable, Cheyenne generously gave it to him.
She never imagined that after so many years he still wore that red string.
When his clothes turned into tattered rags, the red string still maintained its original color.
“Hayden, you are not human! He is your biological brother!”
“Omari has never thought about competing with you in his life. Why do you treat him like this?” Cheyenne clenched her fists in anger and tears involuntarily slid down her face.
Just as she was about to confront Omari, he suddenly tilted his head back and shouted at her.
The warm and charming eyes that used to be there were now replaced by sharpness and greed, as if looking at his prey.
He unconsciously snarled and roared at Cheyenne, almost knocking over the iron cage with a violent shaking sound.
“Cheyenne, be careful.”
Luckily, at the critical moment, Kelvin pulled her back, Omari missed his target, looking even more frantic.
Cheyenne’s heart was breaking as she looked at him like this.
“Omari, wake up. I am Cheyenne, don’t you remember?”
“I am your good friend, I am here to take you home.”
She recounted the past jokes and memories between the two of them, but Omari remained fierce.
Kelvin, as a rival, couldn’t be happy either. Although he had selfishly thought that if Omari died, he would be relieved of a big burden. But when he actually saw him, Kelvin surprisingly felt sympathy for him.
Because of Cheyenne’s tears, he felt jealous and bitter, eventually directing his anger towards the mastermind, Hayden.
“What have you done to him?”
Hayden smiled lightly and said, “Nothing much really, just that my good little brother was too weak.”
“I fed him some stamina-enhancing drugs, and made him into an emotionless killing machine.”
“No. 07 has certainly lived up to my expectations, he is the strongest warrior in this program batch.”
With a cruel personality and ruthless actions, he never held back.
Hayden had to keep Omari locked up in a cage until he needed him.
“You beast!” Cheyenne shouted angrily.
In response, the middle-aged man behind Hayden angrily glared at her and raised his cane as if to strike her.
“How dare you insult Mr. Lara? Do you not value your life?”
In the Prison of the Apocalypse, the death of a person was as inconsequential as a snake or an ant dying.
Even if they killed this woman now, no one would know.
But Hayden raised his hand to stop him.
“No, Mrs. Foley is a valuable hostage, besides… she is quite entertaining, I can’t bear to let her die like this.”
Before killing them, Hayden wanted to play an interesting game with them.
“Don’t speak of him as my brother, in my father’s eyes, he was always the only son cherished by Father.”
“If Omari hadn’t strayed too far from the path, he would have inherited the family business instead of me.”
Even if Hayden schemed to gain the company, what did it matter?
The praise outside was still for the self-made Omari, not for Hayden as the legitimate heir.