Chapter 119 Cunning Elven detected the sarcasm in his words and responded with a smile, “Mr. Wright, I apologize.” #15 Bonus Maverick hummed lightly and found himself walking toward the wall.

Facing the wall, he placed both hands on it for support.

As soon as he stood up, a cane whipped through the air like a gust of wind.

The blow landed directly and mercilessly on his straightened back, producing a crisp sound.

“Ugh…” Maverick gritted his teeth, his hands instinctively clenching into tight fists.

Before he could even recover from the pain brought by the first stroke, the second and third blows quickly followed.

They mercilessly hit his back without giving him a chance to catch his breath.

Indeed, it hurt.

Due to the injection of a special drug, his physical constitution had weakened and his skin had become thinner.

Thus, his sense of pain intensified.

The 023 special drug was originally designed to treat prisoners of war who had committed grave mistakes Once injected, the individual would be unable to resist.

The pain experienced during interrogation and punishment would be intensified.

This would ultimately lead to extreme physical and mental torment.

Never did he expect that one day the 023 drug, albeit an adjusted prescription, would be used to torment him.

It was ironic, indeed.

The intense pain from the cane striking his back snapped him back to reality.

After just over twenty strokes, it was obvious that several bruises had appeared underneath the white shir With sheer determination, Maverick held his breath to avoid making any humiliating cries.

He bit down on his lower lip so hard that it left a row of bloody marks.

Cold sweat covered his forehead, while the vei in his arms bulged prominently.

By the fortieth stroke, his arms, which were propped against the wall, began to tremble uncontrollably.

By the seventieth stroke, his back was in so much pain that it had almost gone numb.

His skin was more fragile than before.

been whipped open, leaving scattered bloodstains

feel rather light-headed and

legs, originally slender and straight, started to

watched from

admire

cane could really hurt and torture its victim without actually killing

was secretly looking for trouble with Maverick behind Gwendolyn’s back, all the injuries on his back would

way, Gwendolyn would not

As he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard something

onto the floor due to intense

two aggressors looked at each other with bewildered expressions, ultimately turning to Elven

“How many times have you caned him?”

him.

to endure ninety strokes

is a tough

did you?” The two

strong our hands

this is Mr.

we give him the last ten strikes

to take another look at Maverick on the

as pale as paper, yet his lips were covered in

his miserable appearance surprisingly did

gave off a unique sense of fragile beauty, Elven

was really

was no wonder Gwendolyn liked to

at least pleasing

people holding canes

back to reality and focused

“Forget it.

that he’s lasted

him to wake him up and

Harris said we should make it quick, so let’s get going.” “How should we explain things to Mr. Harris, then…” Elven replied, “I will tell him the truth.” They were getting

called out Quinton and Ryan, who had been staying hidden in the

see?” Quinton and Ryan lowered

passed out in the living room because he was too from

see anything else.” Chapter 11 Cunning

about it, you tell her exactly this If she doesn’t ask, then

setting

after receiving their orders,

apple of the eyes of the

they would have to face

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