After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 603 Family scum deserves nothing but a beating

Travis was about to collapse. He was obviously fine all afternoon, but was suddenly exposed.

He was grabbed by the collar of the big man Luca, and the intense pressure made him tremble.

The wound on his face that had just been made, was still aching, indicating that if he was beaten again, his weak body would not be able to carry it at all, and his ribs might be broken. But if they let him do that disgusting thing in front of so many people, he can't do it.

After being a rich and powerful man for so many years, if he was performing to pick up the soap, he might as well just die.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Luca exerted force on his hand which was grabbing his collar, holding him by the whole body, "Give you three seconds. Choose immediately."

Travis shook his head and was unwilling, "I don't choose. Let me go. I didn't lie. I'll definitely pull him down and let him rot in hell!"

Luca sneered and pouted softly, "You are a powerless and idle chick. You can't even fight against me but still want to fix him. And you ordered me for an afternoon. Are you really playing me like a fool?"

He threw Travis to the ground heavily, and ordered his men to imprison him and press him against the wall.

"Since you don't choose, then I will help you choose. Both are required. Let you perform first, and then beat you."

"No!" Travis could clearly feel that someone was unbuttoning his trousers.

Being completely unable to face the hellish outcome that followed, he roared hoarsely, "I'm the young master of the White family, one of the three big families in Suham. Although my father was cut from power by Malcolm, he was a leading figure once fighting for power. If you dare to treat me like this, he will not let you go!"

Luca raised his hand and punched him hard, hitting him on the cheek so hard that he felt dizzy.

"You were thrown into here by Malcolm. Who cares about you? I'm not afraid of intimidation. You have to obey if you don't!"

Seeing the trousers slipping off, Travis was about to collapse and despair.

Cheers surrounded him, and the others was watching him for fun, as if they were happy to see the wealthy man being bullied like this.

Travis was shamed and angry to death, screaming loudly but struggling in vain.

With Luca's laughter, he was about to be forced to perform in public.

Clang clang!

An policeman stood outside the corridor and knocked on the iron gate of the cell with an electric baton.

A group of troublemakers instantly settled down, and Luca also sat in the corner in an orderly manner.

Travis was extremely sad and angry, and without turning around to look at the door, he quickly put on his trousers and put them on. There was fog on the gold-rimmed glasses. He sobbed and wiped it with his sleeve, only to realize that he was scared to cry.

He was almost too ashamed to face others.

This would leave a lifetime of indelible shame.

The police officer focused on Travis. Even if the group of people stopped in time, he could still guess what was going on inside just now.

He knocked on the door again with the electric baton, reminding him cautiously, "Mr. Malcolm has said although you're a scum of the family, you're still a descendant of the White family. If someone dare bully you, Mr. Malcolm must fix the bullies."

The big man Luca smiled, which was very flattering, "Yes, yes, we won't bully Mr. Travis. Don't worry."

The policeman hummed with satisfaction and turned around and left.

Just two steps away, he thought of something, turned back, and added, "He really deserves to be beaten. Mr. Malcolm said you can't bully and humiliate him, but he didn't say you can't beat him. Just be carefu and don't make him get seriously injured."

Luca's eyes lit up, "Understood."

His words made Travis fall back into the despair in an instant.

As soon as the police officer left, he instantly felt the unfriendly aura from them. Luca and several young men stared at him, looking at him as the tool of venting.

"No, no!!"

Travis held his head in defense.

Along with his screams and begging for mercy, Luca beat him on the nose and face, which leaving many bruises.

He shrank pitifully at the base of the wall, and one of his teeth was knocked out. No matter how hard he tried to hide, those fists would always hit him precisely, and it hurt terribly. After half an hour of beating, Luca temporarily let him go.

After all, Malcolm had said so that Travis couldn't be severely injured or humiliated. The police officers obviously kept an eye on this room, and they must control their emotions and not be overly aggressive. The punching and kicking finally stopped. Travis's gentleman image no longer existed. His snot, tears and blood were sticking together, and he looked very dejected.

He screamed in pain, crouched against the wall and shivered. And he was more helpless than when he was whipped in the hall.

He didn't know when he would be beaten again and felt fearful.

It was the desperation of not knowing how long it will take to get out of here.

He hated Malcolm!

He hated him so much!

The pain in his body intensified, and the hatred in his heart became stronger.

If it wasn't for Malcolm's unwillingness to let him go, he would be on a cargo ship leaving the border of Crana, and his father had prepared a lot of money for him.

He could obviously live a happy life after going abroad, but now he can only be beaten in the cell of NIB.

He was so unhappy!

The hatred in his heart was strong. He was kicked in the back unexpectedly, and his forehead hit the wall directly.

It just hurt with no blood.

The one who kicked him was Luca.

"Get up, you scum. You don't deserve to sit by the wall with us. Go to the toilet, hurry up."

After saying that, he kicked him again, urging him.

Travis wiped his face, without saying a word. He limped to the place designated by Luca and squatted down.

There were more than ten men in the cell. In Travis's eyes, this place was stinking, but when he sat next to the toilet, he realized that the stench was even worse.

He covered his nose and mouth with bloody hands, and retched for a while.

His retching voice caught Luca's attention.

Luca was very dissatisfied, walked towards him aggressively, and beat him again.

"You stink more than this toilet. Do you deserve to disgust?"

Luca beat and cursed him, "Even a bastard like me knows filial piety is the priority. No matter how hard you try, you can't hurt your family. You even dare to hurt your grandfather, who loves you the most. You can't compensate this even if you're beaten to death."

A police officer who came in on the way, just chatted with them for a while, and explained the reason why Travis was detained, which made the people in the cell even more angry.

Especially the big man Luca. Although he was a scumbag, he was a loyal and filial person. People like Travis were filthy villains and bastards in his eyes.

The beatings continued. Travis couldn't stand it anymore, collapsed to the ground and folded his arms. And he was a little faint.

Seeing this, Luca's men hurriedly went up to pull him, "Bro, don't beat him. If you beat him again, an accident will happen. Keep him for a few days to torture him again."

Luca stopped and made bah sounds to Travis contemptuously for several times in a row.

Travis was shaking, but couldn't faint.

Every minute and every second of his time in this cell was a torment. He couldn't imagine being sent to the High-order prison by Malcolm to serve his sentence in the future. What kind of hell would be waiting for him?

Before going home, Lyra drove first to Anning Hill.

Although Collin's gunshot wound was not critical, it was because of her after all. In any case, she had to go and visit him before he recovered.

When she arrived at Collin's villa, Kathleen was helping Collin remove the bandage.

After Lyra knocked on the door, she walked to a small sofa not far from the bed and sat down, watching Collin change his dressing.

She pursed her red lips casually, and didn't say a word. Kathleen focused on the matter at hand. Collin glanced at Lyra from time to time, but didn't speak.

The room was quiet, but there was a faint sense of harmony, until Kathleen completely removed the bandage on Collin's wound, "Honey, what's wrong with your injury? Is the medicine wrong? After so many days, how come there is no improvement at all?"

Lyra frowned, and immediately walked over to check Collin's injury up close.

Seeing her approaching, Collin wanted to hide to the side, and his hoarse voice reassured her, "It's okay. It's just a small injury. No big deal."

Lyra pressed his shoulder, "Don't move."

It had been more than a week, and the location of the gunshot wound was still bright red, with a hint of inflammation. Not only was it bad, but it was even more serious than before.

She frowned, "Why is this? Have you really been taking medicine these days?"