Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1528

The men being herded like dogs on a chain weren't just random stranded stragglers. The man walking at the front, his face smeared with blood, was Will. Right behind him, with half his shoulder soaked in blood yet his gaze as fierce as ever, was Brett. And the two men bringing up the rear were Zachary and Quincy, the absolute best assault and demolition specialists in his Dragon Squad. These four were his brothers, men who had braved life and death with him countless times.

The aura around James instantly plummeted. Standing nearby, Zack acutely sensed the shift. His gaze darted between James and the captives. He narrowed his eyes, gripping his bloody whip tightly, and asked in a rough voice, "What? Do you know these stragglers?"

James indifferently retracted his gaze, his voice entirely flat. "Never seen them."

Without breaking stride, he walked straight toward the ship's gangplank. The four chained men subtly swept their eyes over his muscular back, a flash of wild joy instantly igniting in their eyes.

It was their captain.

For the past few days, they had navigated non-stop through war zones, turning the entire Delta upside down without finding a single trace of James. Left with no other options, the four of them had taken a massive gamble. They purposefully stripped off their gear, battered themselves up, and disguised themselves as desperate stragglers. When they were captured and beaten, they hadn't even uttered a single grunt, all to infiltrate this heavily blockaded enemy zone. They hadn't expected their life-or-death gamble to actually lead them straight to their leader.

As the four men suppressed their excitement, the sharp crack of a whip suddenly sliced through the air behind them.

Smack!

The leather whip lashed viciously across Quincy's back. A heavy-set mercenary cursed loudly, "Stop dawdling! Get your asses over there and move those oil drums! You got a death wish?"

Quincy whipped his head around, glaring at the man with a look so murderous it seemed he wanted to eat him alive. The mercenary felt a chill crawl up his spine under that stare. Humiliated by his own fear, he furiously raised his whip again. "What are you looking at? You dare glare at me!"

When Captain Tyler saw his high-and-mighty boss forced to do menial labor bare-chested like the lowest form of slave, the blood rushed furiously to his head. He turned to his subordinate, gritting his teeth in a low roar. "Get me my sniper rifle."

The subordinate quickly handed over the weapon. Tyler grabbed it, mounted it on a rock, and cursed under his breath. "Those sons of bitches. How dare they enslave Mr. Nelson like that? I'm going to take every last one of their miserable lives today."

Lying not far away, Emmy's eyes were glued to that tall silhouette. Watching James covered in coarse sand, enduring the humiliation of mingling with the lowest laborers, carrying massive wooden crates entirely on his own... Emmy's tears finally broke free, her heart twisting like it was being stabbed with knives. Those boxes were so heavy. She didn't know what was inside, but others needed two or three men to carry them, yet he was doing it all by himself. She had never seen James do such grueling, utterly exhausting work.

Emmy bit her lip hard, raising a hand to fiercely wipe the tears from her face. In moments like this, she had to stay grounded. She forced herself to maintain absolute clarity. Turning to the furious Tyler, her voice was frighteningly rational.

"Tyler, calm down. Look at how many men are down there, and look at how many we have. If we charge down there, can we guarantee we'll get him out safely? And those crates he's carrying... we have no idea what's in them. If it's ammunition, opening fire means we'll never win this fight. Furthermore, we have limited ammo right now. We cannot fire blindly."