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Immediately afterwards, the broad and smooth flesh of the back was viciously cut by the barbs of the whip.

Blood marks were clear and severe pain invaded.

It was only the first whip and cold sweat broke out on Melvin's forehead.

He gritted his teeth and tautened his muscles, but he still kept his back straight and suffered it without a word.

Charles noticed the bandages in the middle of his undershirt when he took off his shirt, and he deliberately avoided to whip his injury.

But this left even less room on the back to resist the torture.

Therefore, when came to the fifteenth times, Melvin's entire upper back that was divided by bandages was crisscrossed with blood.

Whipping got his flesh broken. His skin was split, which was shocking to the eyes.

Melvin's breathing was also getting heavier and heavier, and the blue veins on his forehead were bulging.

Even his eyelashes were trembling uncontrollably. He pursed his lips and determined not to let out the slightest sound of humiliation.

And he smiled in a self-deprecating way.

Having been away from home for over a decade, he almost forgot his true identity and thought he was really just the Freeman family's spoiled young master.

Nowadays, even the ability of his body to resist punishment was much weaker.

Charles’ hand was shaking even as he held the whip.

Because the entire upper part of Melvin's back was already bloody, there was no unscathed skin at all.

If he kept whipping, it would have to be superimposed on the previous bloodstain. However, the whip was so powerful that the wound would reach the bone if it received one more whipping.

Charles was really intolerant and could only shift its weight to Melvins waist.

The whip was swung again. The sound of breaking wind rang out. Five times in a row, all landed on the back of Melvin's waist.

Melvin trembled violently. His back finally collapsed. He went to support himself with one hand on the ground to avoid the embarrassment of falling.

The sound of the whip behind him stopped.

He suddenly had a sharp pain in his chest. His blood surged upward, and a mouthful of blood spurted wildly onto the open ground.

"Boss!" Chad was terrified and his eyes were red.

He watched how his boss was hit by whipping for twenty times, trembled, and resisted the urge to rush up to directly grab the whip away for several times.

"Stop! Let's go back, now!" "Chad!" Melvin got his breath back and gave him a ruthless glare, "You're just a subordinate of National Investigation Bureau. It's not your turn to talk here!" "Boss! If he keeps whipping, you'll die!" Chad's voice was all choked up as he yelled at him furiously.

"The S404 virus in your body is only suppressed, not cured! If you insist and get injured badly, your resistance will become weaker and the virus will spread soon! You'll die!" Melvin, as if he hadn't heard, pinched his thighs hard to straighten his back again, maintaining the most standard position for punishment.

Did it hurt? It hurt.

But he couldn't leave without saying a word, and there was still a threat around Lyra. He had to help her out of the last trouble before he left without staying.

Moreover, if he left at this time, the twenty-time whipping he received was in vain.

"Goon." Chad's voice was shaking, "No! No more!" Melvin simply ignored him, "Charles, go on!" Chad's eyes were red with anger and his fists were colorless with clenching, but he was standing here as an outsider, and there was nothing he could do about Melvin, the stubborn ass.

Charles did not continue. From the conversation between the two, he heard Melvin seemed to be hurt badly this time.

He turned his gaze to Melvin's back again.

If he went on, the last ten will only hit all the way to the back.

He pondered for a moment and looked to the two bodyguards in the room, "There is no need to guard here. You two go out." REST When the two men were completely out, Charles took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood stained on the whip before resuming.

Ten times in a row emitted a loud sound.

All hit into the open space next to him.

"Young master, the thirty whippings have been executed. You can get up now." Charles said it while cleaning the whip again, "Three days is the deadline. You must go back then. I hope you'll remember." Melvin got up with Chad's help and braced himself, "Thanks." Charles bowed slightly toward him and said nothing.

The bodyguard outside suddenly came in, "Young master, there is a car parked in front of the site. A woman gets off. Do we ..." he made a wiping the neck action.

Woman? Melvin wrinkled his brows, "What does she look like?" "Very beautiful." That would be Lyra.

Why did she suddenly come here? Melvin looked to Charles, "You guys withdraw. She's a very important person to me. You can't touch her, let alone let her discover." "Okay, you must take care of yourself these three days ...." Lyra, in her high heels, walked into the abandoned site, looking around carefully.

Eleven clearly said that there were a lot of secret posts nearby. How come she didn't notice it all the way over? Were they already withdrawn? The construction site was very large. She accelerated her pace to find him in every room one by one over.

Finally, the familiar tall figure was seen in a very isolated and dilapidated house.

Chad helped Melvin fasten the last gold button on his suit lapel in time.

Seeing that Lyra had come in, Chad had to quietly tuck the tie into his pants pocket and stood aside in silence because he had no time to tie the tie. Chad was keeping his head down and not talking.

Melvin took a deep breath, hiding the sharp pain in his back, and looking at Lyra with gentle eyes.

"What brings you here?" Lyra didn't answer his question. Her eyebrows furrowed and her expression was serious.

"Why was Chad buckling your buttons when | came in? What were you doing?" His miserable pale lips were lightly hooked up, "It's just that the collar accidentally loosened a button. Chad saw it and helped me buckle it." Lyra glanced at Chad, who was keeping his head down, not saying a word, and not looking emotional.

She walked up to Melvin and re-examined him, "So why are you here?" "Chad got a message that someone from Security Agency was coming, so | followed them over to check it out. but when I just arrived, they were already gone." Lyra turned her attention to Chad again, "Is he telling the truth?" Chad was silent for two seconds. His tone was emotionless, "Yes." Melvin's fingertips trembled slightly and gently tugged at her sleeve, "Lyra, it's cold outside. | want to go back to the villa." "Later." Lyra was unmoved by his petulant gesture, and her eyebrows tightened.

Even though Chad kept his head down and tried his best to hide it, she noticed that Chad's eyes were a little red.

And Melvin's face was a bit pale, and his lips were bloodless. Obviously, his state was quite good two days ago.

"You were fine this morning. Why are you sickly again now?" Melvin did not change his face, put his fist on his lips and coughed gently, "Maybe | caught a cold last night. It's not a big problem. I'll go back and take pills." Just a cold? Lyra's tightened eyebrows didn't relax because of his words. She always smelled something strange in the air.

It seemed to have a very strange men's perfume smell, but also mixed with a very strong fishy smell! "This place has been deserted for so long. How come there will be the smell of blood?" She walked around Melvin and took a look around the room.

Finally, a palm-sized puddle of deep red thing was found on the ground, which had not yet dried, like fresh blood.

She slowly crouched down and put her hand towards the puddle of blood, but her wrist was suddenly gripped by Melvin.