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

feel rather light-headed

and straight, started to tremble

from

could not help but admire how cunning Treyton’s

could really hurt and torture its victim

trouble with Maverick behind Gwendolyn’s back, all the

way, Gwendolyn

As he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard

fallen onto the floor due to intense

other with bewildered

do?” Elven glanced at the pale-faced Maverick on the floor and asked, “How many times have you caned him?” “Ninety.” Elven clicked his tongue twice, suddenly feeling a

him.

to endure ninety strokes without making a

is a tough

did you?”

how strong our

is

last ten strikes or not? If we do, I’m afraid we’ll have to splash water

head to take another look at Maverick on

color, was as pale as paper, yet his lips were covered

his distinct and handsome features, his miserable appearance surprisingly did not make him look

fragile beauty, Elven sincerely wanted

was really

was no wonder Gwendolyn liked to

was at least

two people holding canes were at

and focused

“Forget it.

quite a miracle that he’s lasted this long with

him up and continue, he’ll probably

we explain things to Mr. Harris, then…”

Elven called out Quinton and Ryan,

just see?” Quinton and Ryan lowered their

the living room because

else.” Chapter 11 Cunning Elven nodded in

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

“Got it.” After setting the

their posts after receiving their orders, completely ignoring the man who had fainted in

the apple of the eyes of

hurt her, they would have to face the consequences of their

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