Revenge After Death

Chapter 513

I stared warily at the leader. The leader of the Rebels was clearly intent on killing the president of

Crowdstar Group to send a message to the organization. If Dayton was indeed the president, I had to find a way to save him.

"Bring him over here," demanded the leader in a low voice. His subordinates immediately escorted Dayton to the safe.

Dayton paled with fright. It was evident that he was a timid scion. Yet, it was this very timid person who stood up to protect the woman. The woman cried and shook her head, clinging tightly to Dayton.

The leader sneered as he grabbed the woman's hair and threw her to the ground.

"Hey! Could you show more consideration toward women?" I asked with a frown, diverting the leader's attention.

Steven had always understood my intentions. I wanted to protect Dayton.

"With so many of us, why should we be afraid of them? We still have a chance! Let's be brave for ourselves this time. Please help me!" Dayton looked at all the people around him, pleading for help. Those wealthy individuals, those who had once called him friends...

those who pestered him to bring them along on this cruise... Not a single one of those supposed relatives

utterly desperate. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hands were clenched tightly. He

worry. You'll do it one by one.

the mysterious president of Crowdstar Group, the secret benefactor who generously donates money and resources to

with a deep, intense

warily and prepared to speak. But just as I was about

I nodded in agreement.

and punched him. How could someone as delicate as Dayton endure such agony? Dayton remained on the ground with great pain and had difficulty getting up. However, he showed resilience by

change my perception of him. Despite the leader's relentless attempts to beat Dayton, he stubbornly refused

as she knelt on the ground, pleading with the leader, "Stop! Please, stop beating him. I'll go with you. Can you

his teeth and coughed up blood. "Xandra, stop begging them.

celebrity named Xandra Zander

too far!" Michael was the first to stand up, probably because he couldn't stand

wondering what kind of hero he was pretending to be. Wasn't he asking for a beating? As expected, the leader's subordinates stepped forward to

Michael, her voice shaking as she spoke, "Mike,