Chapter 662 - 662: How Could That Alone Erase His Hatred?

The scene that Savannah talked with Kaiden touched the boy to the soft part of his heart.

As the call ended, silence returned to the huge warehouse.

Dylan looked at the boy and secretly held his hand.

After a long silence, the boy said, "Well, since you want to suffer for your woman, I'll have to comply."

Then he made a gesture.

Dylan let out a sigh of relief!

He took the right step.

If this boy really lost his parents, suffering from pain, he would be touched when he witnessed the affection between a mother and a son.

There were two consequences.

One possible result was that he wanted to destroy others' happiness.

Another one was that he didn't want to see another child who lost a parent in front of him.

So, Dylan took a gamble.

Fortunately, the boy was the second case.

The woman he kidnapped was not only his enemy's woman but also an innocent mother.

He still didn't have the heart to hurt a mother because that was what he didn't have and wanted most.

Brent made no comment when the boy changed his mind. He waved his hand, and the hatch man in the room came out.

"If I let your woman go, you're going to have to suffer what she's going to face. Have you decided?" The boy looked at Dylan with jovial condescension.

Dylan was relieved to see the hatchet man away from Savannah.

"No more nonsense," he sneered.

Two men came forward, tying Dylan up.

Before Dylan reacted, one hatch man stepped forward and gave him a harsh blow!

The hatch man was a prizefighter. He could beat a normal man within an inch of his life with one blow.

Even though Dylan had practiced self-defense, he was tied up now and could not avoid the blow. It left him breathless, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Another blow followed, and he gave a sullen m.o.a.n.

In the room, Savannah listened and started in alarm when she heard Dylan was going to suffer for her. The sound the fighter made when he beat Dylan gave her more creeps. She struggled hard at Dylan's silent m.o.a.n, agonizing effort to get out to see him.

Inside the warehouse, the abuse and batter continued.

After several blows, the two men pressed Dylan against the wall, beating him severely with an iron stuff. It was made of iron, always used to punish betrayers and informers or torture enemies.

Not yet after a minute, Dylan's shirt was torn, and his skin was broken, and his oozing fresh was crossed with welts.

Savannah heard the iron stuff snapping down, and Dylan's faint aching breath, her brain, and her heart pained terribly.

"Let me out! What are you doing? Stop it! Stop it!" She cried hysterically.

She didn't know what was going on, Dylan, only that he was suffering the pain that should have occurred to her!

The boy took one look at the tattered, ragged man with his thin lips rising in surprise.

Dylan Sterling was a tough guy.

He didn't say a word under such a heavy punishment.

The boy then made a gesture. One of his men took a bucket and dug a handful of something white-out, rubbing it on Dylan's wounds.

Dylan's face turned as pale as paper. He swallowed with difficulty, his muscles shaking with endurance.

His body was covered with cuts and bruises, and on the wounds, there was white powder mixed with the blood.

The white powder was salt!

Nicolo and others gasped.

Lashing was not enough. Rubbing salt in the wound… The boy wanted to torment this man to death!

What profound hatred he had for this man?

Finally, Dylan could no longer stand the pain and fainted with weakness.

Brent looked at Dylan and whispered to the boy, "young master, that's enough. He's the master of the Sterling family, after all. The Italian government pays great importance to its safety. It's difficult to explain if he's killed in our place."

The boy sneered. Enough?

How could that alone erase his hatred?

Dylan might not be directly involved in the death of his parents, but he was just unlucky to be a Sterling.

Savannah's cry interrupted the boy's thought. With a thoughtful twitch of his eyebrows, he ordered something to Brent.

A moment later, Brent brought Savannah out.

Savannah gasped when she saw Dylan lying in blood. Her eyes widened in fear.

"Dylan!" She cried and struggled hard to release herself out of Brent's arm.

Brent received a look from the boy and let go of Savannah.

Savannah rushed over and helped Dylan up carefully.

"Wake up, Dylan..."

At the sound of her voice, Dylan opened his eyes slowly. For a moment, he thought he was dreaming.

"Are you all right?" He whispered through his pale lips.

"I'm good..." Savannah could hardly choke down her tears.

He was still worried about her at his last gasp.

Why? Why was she so foolish as to suspect that he was not true to her?

Even if he had forgotten her, he could still give his life for her. She realized that his love didn't gone at all. 

She touched his back and it was reddened and wet by the blood, and the wounds on his body were still widening and opening...

She didn't know what to do.

"Hold on, hold on..."

Dylan knew she was scared. He tried to pull himself together and nodded.

Suddenly, he noticed the boy behind Savannah made a gesture to Nicolo.

Receiving his order, Nicolo took out one gun, c.o.c.ked it, and pointed it straight at Savannah's back.

Savannah felt that Dylan used all his strength to turn around and protect her under him, and then she heard a shot. Dylan's body gave a hard gripped before he fell to the ground.

The whole world quieted down.

It was quite a while before Savannah came to herself and realized what had happened. She got up with a pale face, shocked to see that Dylan was lying flat on his face.

Blood spattered the back of his head...

Nicolo was holding a gun with a smoking muzzle.

The boy was watching all this, his eyes as dark as a dead lake, as if he were watching a movie scene.

He was not surprised that Dylan took a bullet for Savannah.

He ordered Nicolo to shoot Savannah deliberately to take Dylan's life.

"Dylan!" Savannah shouted at the top of her lungs.

She tried to pick him up but was afraid of touching his wound.

"Dylan, no! Don't scare me, wake up! I beg you, open your eyes, and look at me! Dylan, please look at me. Look at me! You can't leave me, you can't leave!!!" She cried with tears rolling down her cheek.