Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace Chapter 417

Zachary gaped in shock upon discovering that Petros’ wrist was bent at an impossible angle.

At the same time, Timothy was stunned by the sheer fragility of Petros’ wrist. He even wondered if Petros might be afflicted with osteoporosis.

"Petros!" Eirene shouted furiously while charging ahead. She moved swiftly, yet before Timothy could respond and shield Xan, Xan had seized Eirene’s fist.

Xan softly twisted Eirene’s arm, breaking it from wrist to elbow. Eirene cried out in agony, probably with a comminuted fracture.

Eirene glared at Xan with seething rage. Clutching her shoulder, she prepared to counterattack when Petros held her back. Gritting through the pain, he grinned and remarked, "Sorry, it seems like we were out of line."

Xan regarded Petros coldly. Tears welled up in her eyes the moment she looked away. "They’re so terrifying!" Timothy’s brow furrowed as he positioned himself protectively in front of her. "Don’t be afraid. Everything’s alright."

Xan ducked behind him, then gently pulled at his shirt’s hem to draw him away.

It took Zachary some time to recover from his daze. He hastily followed after them. He was astonished to see Xan’s dual nature revealed.

Burning with resentment, Eirene dashed forward to pursue them, but Petros extended his arm to halt her.

He straightened up and realigned his displaced fractured bones. Astonishingly, his bones began mending at a rapid pace.

Eirene snorted before adjusting her own bones into place. "Her strength is incredible, Petros."

"It’s not just her strength that’s incredible," Petros replied with a grin. "How fascinating. This failed experimental subject turns out to be quite intriguing too."

"So what if her strength is incredible? She’s just a failed subject," Eirene shot back, clearly displeased. "Mr. T tasked us with handling Ashton, so we can’t get sidetracked. Let’s get close to this failed subject to lure Ashton out."

Petros responded, "Ashton’s doing well abroad, shielded by external protectors. He’s supported by powerhouses from key business areas in Huma. Damien Coleman is tough enough, and Ashton’s father—Dexter Black—is the real force behind Crowdstar Group."

Narrowing his gaze, he added, "No rush since Mr. T allowed us three months. We’ll proceed patiently." "If it were me, I’d simply kidnap that failed subject, make Ashton appear, and gun him down." Eirene huffed.

"You’re too naive," Petros said, eyeing her arm. "Mr. T wants him alive."

"Why is Ashton so special? We’re evolved subjects too," Eirene grumbled jealously.

"I’ve heard Ashton’s evolution lacks side effects. Don’t you want to uncover that to help Mr. T address our side effects?" Petros inquired, his hand gently stroking her cheek.

He went on, "You’re my biological sister, both of us from the identical genetic line. Our evolution grants regeneration superior to normal humans, yet it unleashes rampant cancerous cells.

"Ashton lacks the cancer gene, though." Petros’ eyes burned with fierce envy as he mentioned Ashton.

Eirene froze momentarily, then balled her fists. "Fine, we’ll take him alive and let Mr. T dissect him. We’ll surely discover a cure for our affliction!"

Petros smirked and planted a tender kiss on her forehead. "Good girl."

As Zachary walked, he glanced over his shoulder. Goosebumps erupted all over him witnessing the overly close moment between Petros and Eirene.

"They obviously look like siblings, but something’s weird. They’re way too intimate for siblings," he commented.

Timothy looked back and scowled. "They’re downright odd. We should keep our distance from them going forward."

"Did Xan really just snap their arms? Why no rush to the hospital?" Zachary muttered, questioning if sleep deprivation was causing hallucinations.

"Their arms are probably brittle from osteoporosis," Timothy said, defending Xan.

"They possess remarkable regeneration, so their bones mend swiftly," Xan stated earnestly.

Timothy chuckled uneasily. "Is... is that right? Been into sci-fi flicks lately, Xan?"

Xan nodded. "Ashton suggested some to me."

The two had veered completely off track.

"You guys go on ahead. I need the restroom." Zachary waved to Timothy and Xan.

After they left, he doubled over, clutching his aching stomach. He’d held it in to avoid alarming them, but that earlier kick had hurt terribly.

Though Zachary had parried and absorbed much of the impact, it still felt like his ribs might shatter.

Zachary shuddered at the thought of not blocking it fully. He’d have cracked several ribs for sure.

He entered the restroom, panting as he raised his shirt. The mirror revealed a shocking red bruise.

Zachary wasn’t new to beatings. Trouble often found him alongside Ashton, where he’d shield his friend and take hits—but never this severe.

Prodding the sore spot, his suspicions about Petros and Eirene deepened the more he pondered.

Ashton video-called right then. Zachary picked up, face ashen as he faced Ashton.

Behind Ashton, night still lingered. He sat in the yard, displaying his barbecue setup to Zachary.

"What’s wrong?" he probed, sharp enough to spot Zachary’s distress.

"Some siblings transferred to school today... They’re pretty weird." Zachary dropped his shirt and eased onto the toilet, gasping for air.

"I’m asking what’s wrong with you," Ashton snapped, ignoring the siblings.

"I took a kick from those siblings in the parking lot. Dodged most of it, but it feels like my ribs nearly snapped anyway." Zachary puzzled over their unnatural power. "Show me by lifting your shirt," Ashton demanded, voice laced with caution.

"There’s... no need." Zachary shook his head vigorously.

"Don’t make me say it again," Ashton warned.

Zachary lifted his phone and shirt for Ashton’s inspection.

With Zachary’s pale skin, the rib area’s swelling and redness stood out alarmingly.

Silence gripped Ashton on the call. "Hail a cab to the hospital immediately."

"I... it’s not that bad, really?" Zachary protested, pain flaring even with breaths.

"Hospital. Now," Ashton ordered, hanging up.

Zachary scratched his head, baffled why Ashton seemed angrier than the injured party.

Slipping his phone away, he heeded Ashton and headed for a checkup. He nearly collided with Petros exiting the restroom.

A chill gripped Zachary’s gut; he instinctively checked Petros’ wrist. He’d witnessed Xan shatter it, yet it looked flawless now.

He stepped back on reflex, aiming to sidestep Petros and escape. But Petros spread his arms, blocking the path with a grin.

Petros delighted in finding Zachary solo. Any mishap wouldn’t fall on him.

"W-What do you want?" Zachary scowled warily at Petros.

Against anyone else, Zachary wouldn’t flinch—his reflexes were sharp.

But Petros seemed inhuman. No normal person’s broken wrist heals near-instantly.

"Video call with Ashton just now?" Petros murmured lowly, advancing to pin Zachary. Zachary stared, stunned. How had Petros overheard from outside?

"None of your business!" He shoved at Petros desperately, but Petros acted lightning-fast.

Zachary’s reflexes were quick, yet Petros’ grip threatened to snap his arm effortlessly. Definitely not human.

Zachary collapsed in agony. Reaching for his phone to alert Timothy, Petros swiped it first.

Seeing Ashton’s incoming video call, Petros smirked.

He answered, facing Ashton on screen before flipping to show Zachary under his foot. "Your friend, Ashton? Pathetic weakling—"