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 on

to feel

originally slender and straight, started to tremble

watched from

admire how cunning Treyton’s

torture its victim without actually

Maverick behind Gwendolyn’s back, all the injuries on his back would

Gwendolyn would not

he was deep in

onto the floor due to

other with bewildered expressions, ultimately turning to Elven

should we 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

him.

endure ninety strokes without making a sound before

is a tough

on him, did

how strong

this is Mr. Harris’

continued, “Elven, what should we do now? Should we give him the last ten strikes or not? If we do, I’m afraid we’ll have to splash

lowered his head to take another look

as pale as paper, yet his lips were

his miserable appearance surprisingly did not

of fragile beauty, Elven

man was really

Gwendolyn liked

was at least pleasing

people holding canes

back to reality and focused

“Forget it.

lasted this long with

water on him to wake him up and continue, he’ll probably pass

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

called out Quinton and Ryan, who

you two just see?” Quinton and

room because

anything else.” Chapter 11 Cunning Elven nodded

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

it.” After setting the story straight,

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

the apple of the eyes

would have to face the consequences of their

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