A small punk gleefully took over the whip, and promptly, your pained groans echoed through the cramped room.
In just a short period of ten-plus minutes, you had fainted five tis, each ti being rudely awakened by salt water being splashed on you.
At this mont, there wasn’t a single patch of intact skin on your entire bruised body, which was now covered in fresh, red blood. The pain subsided only because the blood had started to congeal on the surface of your skin. Despite this, the sight of your injuries was still chilling to the bone.
Just as Lin was preparing to continue torturing you, a tender green light suddenly emanated from the wrist guard on his left hand. Lin was montarily stunned, then his face abruptly lit up with excitent, an expression that seed as though he had seen an angel from his dreams or a beautiful lover.
Looking at you, who was barely alive and had already passed out, Lin told the bearded man beside him: "Hang him up just like that, don’t let him die. I’ve got so things to take care of. I’ll co back later to continue torturing him!"
"Rest assured, noble Knight sir, we’ll make sure he begs for life but cannot beg for death."
"Hmph!"
Lin left with a cold snort, striding quickly out.
After Lin left, seeing that you were half-dead already, the other punks didn’t bother with you anymore, only leaving two of them to guard the door, while the rest dispersed. These two had no intention of dutifully guarding; reasoning that you couldn’t move anyway, they locked the door tight, hooked arms, and left singing a tune.
What the others didn’t know was that, after the two punks had locked the door, the wounds on your body miraculously healed up. However, you yourself were still unconscious, oblivious to your surroundings.
You dreamt again.
The voices echoed endlessly in your dreams, as if they were calling out, or searching for sothing.
What was slightly different than before was that you seed to discern so vague shadows floating in the darkness...
When the silvery moonlight stread through the half-open window into the room, the two punks who were supposed to be watching you ca noisily pushing through the door, and you woke up, still suspended in mid-air, with both feet tied up and a large stone fastened as well.
"Oh, look, this guy isn’t dead yet."
"Hey, do you feel like his scars seem to have decreased a bit? Is it an illusion?"
"Should we give him so food? The Boss ordered it before he left."
"Forget it, that fatty is all blubber; probably could starve him for three to five days no problem. Speaking of food, I’m getting hungry. Let’s go grab so breakfast."
The two punks closed the door gently behind them, still swaying as they left, going to a nearby stall for sothing to eat.
"Hey, I wonder, who is this fatty?" punk A asked.
Punk B replied, "Seems like soone from the Imperial Academy, what’s his na... sssh, I think it’s Lei Xiu or sothing?"
Right as punk A ntioned this, two n who were hastily walking by suddenly stopped in their tracks.
"This guy’s really unlucky, of all people to provoke, he had to go and anger the Duke’s daughter’s Guardian Knight; heh, he’s in for it now."
The two n standing not far behind the punks exchanged glances, and one of them, tall and handso, walked up to them with a smile, "May I ask, the fatty you ntioned just now, is his na Lei Xiu?"
"Yeah, that’s him!" One of the punks exclaid, "You know him?"
"I not only know him, but I also have a score to settle with him." A sinister look flashed across the handso man’s face, one that should not belong there.
"Seeking vengeance? Ha ha, that’s just perfect. That brat has been tied up by us, dangling right there in that room." The hoodlum pointed towards a small house at the end of the alley.
"That’s really wonderful. Could you two take there to have a look?" As he spoke, the Handso Man pulled out a glittering gold ingot from his bosom.
"Of course, no problem!"
The two hoodlums exchanged a glance, and their eyes revealed nothing but avarice.
Led by the two hoodlums, the two n entered the small house and saw you, covered in blood.
Seeing your condition like this, the tall Handso Man suddenly grabbed the hoodlum beside him and, in an icy tone devoid of any emotion, said, "Why treat my body in this manner?"
The hoodlum was caught off guard and was so frightened that he couldn’t speak.
"Young Master, let do the asking." The middle-aged man behind the Handso Man suddenly spoke up. He approached the other hoodlum and pressed a hand on his left shoulder like a hawk’s talon.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"
The hoodlum tried to break free, but the middle-aged man was imnsely strong. Following a crisp snap, the middle-aged man effortlessly crushed the hoodlum’s shoulder blade.
The hoodlum imdiately scread in agony. After the middle-aged man slapped him twice, he stared straight at the hoodlum with a murderous gaze and coldly said, "Speak, why is he hung up here?"
"Bo-Boss, it wasn’t who did this. It was our Boss who took money from that Knight..."
The intense pain made it hard for the hoodlum to speak.
"Which Knight? What is his na?"
"His na is Lin, and he is a Guardian Knight under Duke Hubert."
"Duke Hubert?"
The Handso Man and the middle-aged man exchanged a glance, both catching a hint of confusion in each other’s eyes.
However, just as the middle-aged man was about to press further, he suddenly sensed an overwhelming killing intent from behind him. Without looking back, he thrust out his palm straight behind him.
"Bang!"
Palm t palm, and the middle-aged man staggered forward two steps from the force. The hoodlum in his grasp had his seven orifices bleeding to death due to the energy collision.
"Benson!" The Handso Man hurriedly supported the middle-aged man.
"Young Master, I’m alright." Benson turned around, facing Lin, who was full of killing intent.
At that mont, Lin resembled a wild beast in his frenzy. The palm exchange with Benson made him feel the threat of death, and without hesitation, he drew his Knight’s Sword, furiously slashing and chopping at the two n.
"Young Master, get out of here quick, this guy has gone crazy!"
Due to Benson’s pride and a miscalculation, he had incurred severe internal injuries; of course, Lin’s condition wasn’t any better. However, the crazed Lin only knew to attack, disregarding his own safety completely.
His Knight’s Sword was incomparably sharp; with Benson unard and injured, he was forced into a defensive position. The Handso Man could only stand aside with tense expression, his gaze mostly set on you, suspended in mid-air, rather than on the injured Benson.
"Benson, throw the body to !" Accompanied by the Handso Man’s loud shout, Benson risked getting cut by Lin to untie the ropes and push you towards the Handso
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