Chapter 1564 The Youth Who Walked Through a Bloody Storm [2]

The voice was cold as a blade, yet when it sounded in her ear, it became gospel, making her heart uncontrollably leap.

The young man was as cool as a painting, his body tall and slender, his hand a bit chilly, but in this critical moment, he saved her life.

"Jose, let’s deal with this scum, so he won’t cause more harm!"

"As you wish."

The man called Jose had an even colder and more ruthless voice, his eyes filled with ice.

What kind of two boys are these? -

It’s as if they’ve flowed through blood and storm; their entire bodies exude a bloodthirsty aura, making people fear them...

"Alright."

A simple word, yet it made Lydia Brooke shiver, as if a storm was approaching, bringing ice-cold wind, frost, snow, and rain.

As the words fell, the person beside her gently let go of her body, and as soon as she steadied her feet, he fiercely kicked the man who was already in unbearable pain!

The strength of the kick made even Lydia Brooke watching on the side shiver uncontrollably!

Such ruthless force, this strength seems intent on crippling someone!

Before Lydia Brooke could cry out, a perfect spinning kick heavily landed on the man’s right cheek, filling the entire forest with his wails and cries of pain.

"Enough—enough—let’s go."

If someone passed by and reported to the police, she would end up causing trouble for these two boys who saved her.

And the boy who helped her glanced back at her, his voice cold: "This kind of person deserves to die! Don’t let your kindness end up harming yourself!"

At the moment his words fell, Lydia Brooke’s eyes were filled with the scene of the boy fiercely kicking the man!

That fierce gaze was something Lydia Brooke had never seen before!

What kind of boy is he? From his cold eyes, Lydia Brooke could feel he possessed many untold stories.

Finally, when the man fainted in pain, the boy stopped his violent actions, his voice coldly speaking: "Let’s go."

The man called ’Jose’ turned around and left, the boy followed, and Lydia Brooke bit her lip and followed them.

"How—is he?"

She wasn’t concerned about the man but worried whether the boy would face charges because of this. After all, handling legal matters in Italy, they as foreigners are at a disadvantage.

"I broke one of his legs, that’s all." The boy’s voice was very cold.

Lydia Brooke looked at him, fell silent for a moment, "My name is Lydia Brooke, and you are?"

Though cold, the boy wasn’t entirely unfriendly. Listening to Lydia Brooke’s introduction, he pursed his thin lips, "Jorge Saxton. The one in front is Jose Floyd, we’re brothers."

"Thank you for saving me—more importantly, thank you." Lydia Brooke extended her hand toward Jorge Saxton.

"No need, just happened to lend a hand."

The words were thin and chilly, his tone was indifferent; this Jorge Saxton with a story didn’t seem to be a warm person.

Lydia Brooke paused, "I just escaped from the welfare home, an orphan, no family... Let’s be friends, to express my gratitude for saving my life, I’ll definitely repay you."

"No need for repayment, neither of us have family either, just consider it a good deed done casually."

Jorge Saxton walked as he replied softly.

But Lydia Brooke didn’t intend to leave it at that, perhaps frightened by the earlier incident of traveling alone, she shamelessly followed Jorge Saxton and Jose Floyd home.

Where Jorge Saxton and Jose Floyd live is already at a luxury level for Lydia Brooke, who just came from the welfare home.

An apartment, a luxurious apartment. It was unexpected that these two young boys would be so wealthy!