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.

his back had been whipped open, leaving scattered bloodstains

began to feel

slender and

watched from

but admire

really hurt and torture its victim without

Maverick behind Gwendolyn’s back,

way, Gwendolyn would

was deep in thought,

floor due to intense pain,

looked at each other with bewildered expressions,

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 sense of admiration for

him.

endure ninety strokes without

really is

him, did

know how strong our

this is Mr. Harris’

last ten strikes or not? If we do, I’m afraid we’ll have to splash water o him to wake him up before we continue, right?” Elven did not

head to take another look

entire face, devoid of color, was as pale as paper, yet his lips

features, his miserable appearance surprisingly did not make him

fragile beauty, Elven sincerely wanted to exclaim how unfair

man was

no wonder Gwendolyn liked to

was at least pleasing to

two people holding canes were

focused his gaze on Maverick’s dreadful-looking

“Forget it.

lasted this

up and continue,

make it quick, so let’s get going.” “How should we explain things to

Ryan, who had

two just see?” Quinton and

in the living room because he was

anything else.” Chapter 11 Cunning Elven

Shalders asks about it, you tell her exactly this If

“Got it.” After setting the story straight, everyone

their posts after receiving their orders, completely ignoring the

the apple of the eyes of

dared to hurt her, they would have to

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