Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 133: Sleepless Night

"What is it?"

"Vice Captain Damian sent word. We've got good news. We took Villa 36, No. 100, No. 102, Villa 7, Villa 8, Villa 9, and No. 10!" Roxanna sounded happy, but there was still a hint of regret and frustration in her voice. They hadn't taken No. 98.

What she wanted most was to capture Mariella—but they failed.

Harvey steadied himself and forced a smile. "Good. It went just like we planned."

But the only regret was still No. 98.

He hadn't expected Mariella to be that strong. And that male bodyguard who stayed by her side all the time—his aim was deadly, and he could even reload with one hand.

With those two monsters there, even after the iron gate of No. 98 was opened, his men still couldn't break in.

During the whole fight, Harvey stayed hidden in the shadows. He didn't dare make a sound. He didn't even dare show his face.

That dog kept barking the whole time, making his heart race. The leg where he had lost a chunk of flesh throbbed with pain.

Just as his thoughts grew messy, a man in a suit walked in and reported, "Those two bodyguards from No. 98 are back."

Harvey exploded at once. "They dare to come back? Shoot them on sight..."

"They said they planted an insider in No. 98. Someone who can feed us information anytime," the man added.

Harvey frowned, unsure if he should believe it.

Roxanna thought for a moment, then held Harvey's arm and said sweetly, "They're just two bodyguards. It doesn't matter if they live or die. But if what they said is true, it could be useful. Why not call them in and ask? If they're lying, we can kill them later."

Harvey's face stayed dark, but he nodded. "Fine. Bring them in."

...

The Celestine Ridge group chat was still in chaos. In no time, there were over 99 new messages.

Every homeowner was filled with fear and anxiety, worried they would be next.

Wallace quickly removed the homeowners whose villas had already fallen. It wasn't cruelty—it was to stop the raiders from sneaking into the chat or spreading false information.

He then demanded. "Mr. Graham, if you stay silent any longer, it only proves you're guilty. Don't blame me if I remove you from the group."

The others began to question loudly.

"Even if Harvey didn't take part directly, he's definitely involved!"

"He brought Vice Captain Damian here. How can he pretend he has nothing to do with this?"

"Mr. Wallace appointed a new captain, and Damian got demoted. He must be taking revenge!"

"That's terrifying. How can someone be so cruel and sneaky?"

No matter what they said, Harvey stayed silent, like he was dead.

Just as Wallace was about to remove him, Harvey suddenly spoke.

"What are you all arguing about? Are you still living in the past? Let me tell you—the rules have changed. The one with the most power makes the rules! The fact that I can command those raiders proves I have ability!

"For old times' sake, I don't want to go too far. If any of you are willing to obey me, I won't kill you or take your supplies. We can still be good neighbors. But if anyone dares to go against me, then when my people break in, don't blame me for being ruthless!

"Wallace, let me warn you. Be smart. Don't turn against me. Or I'll deal with you first."

...

Mariella kept a close eye on the group chat. She quickly realized that tonight's chaos was tied to Harvey.

He didn't just take part—he might have planned it.

Even the raiders in No. 101 were likely under his control. Otherwise, that loose group could never have become so strong in such a short time.

Just then, the video doorbell at No. 98 rang again. On the screen was Number Six's face, covered in wounds and full of panic.

He kept pressing the button, shouting in a hoarse voice, "Open the door! I'm back!"

Even though it was late at night, no one felt sleepy. Everyone had gathered in the large dining hall on the first floor, looking closely to see what would happen next.

Not just them—no one in Celestine Ridge would sleep tonight.

Number Six's sudden return broke the silence of No. 98.

After what happened with Number Four and Number Seven, everyone was on guard.

Matthew asked, "Should we let him in?"

Mariella thought for a moment, then made her decision. "Let him in."

She wasn't afraid that Number Six had betrayed them. She had ways to deal with that. What she feared was the opposite—that he was still loyal, and if they left him outside, he might die. That would mean she failed her own teammate.

...

Thanks to Wallace's warning, every household shut their doors and windows tight. The men and bodyguards grabbed their guns and went up to the rooftops, firing down at anyone who tried to attack.