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With that, he made the other three men in the room look at him in a respected way It was admirable to have such an awareness.

It was a good and rare man.

Malcolm only thought two things: to bear the pain and finish copying the rules. He simply did not pay attention to the other three men in the room.

He breathed deeply and tried to adapt himself to the persistent pain.

But when he really took the pen to write, each word was shaky like a tadpole wagging its tail.

The room was unusually quiet.

Only the sound of Malcolm's heavy breathing could be heard.

Micah watched him shake his hand and finish the first one fairly neatly. He was supposedly getting used to the pain of level 7 so Micah coldly continued to add up to level 8.

The pain in the stomach increased without warning and quickly spread throughout the body.

Malcolm trembled violently even more, and the word he was writing was straight out of order.

The trembling right hand can barely hold the pen.

He raised his eyes and looked at Micah, who was sitting next to the analgesic apparatus.

Micah received his gaze and sneered, "You couldn't stand it? If you want to quit now, it's still possible.” Collin and Keith, who were sitting quietly across from each other, lowered their heads at the stime.

Anyone can say big words, but in front of the real torture and pain, not anyone can survive.

In the disappointed atmosphere, Malcolm shook his head and said with difficulty, "I just want to ask, do you have any requirements for handwriting? | don't write ... very well, if not...I'l ... rewrite it." Micah was slightly stunned and stared at him for a while, obviously not expecting him to actually want to ask this, "No requirements, just finish copying.” With this kind of pain, it would be an almost impossible task to ask him to write clearly and neatly.

Micah, although he was down to test him, was not so inhumane.

Relieved by the answer, Malcolm bit his lower lip and continued writing.

His whole body was drenched with cold sweat. The sweat gathered on the tip of his nose, dripping onto the paper and blurring a lot of words.

The minutes ticked by as Keith watched quietly from the sidelines.

Noticing that his hand, who was holding the pen, was shaking more and more and writing with great difficulty, he was a bit intolerant and looked at Micah, trying to plead for mercy.

"Micah ..." Micah frowned lightly, ignoring it. And he opened his mouth to say to Malcolm, "When the pain reaches level 10, the equivalent of twenty broken ribs at the stime, I'm going to start add more up.” This time, he didn't add to Malcolm's pain without warning, as he had done before.

Rather, it was a good precaution to Malcolm in advance so that he could be prepared.

When increasing, he was also extremely measured little by little, so that Malcolm can have a buffer process.

However, as the pain gradually reached its peak, it turned into a sharp pain.

Malcolm's features were distorted, even the eyelashes were trembling badly. The pain throughout his body made him grunt. His consciousness was a bit lax. He could not concentrate on writing, and he could not hold the pen in his hand at all.

Downstairs in the hall.

Lyra waited uneasily, "Why hasn't he cdown yet? Malcolm didn't get beaten up and passed out, did he?" Kathleen reassured,"No, Micah is there. Relax, as long as he passes the test, he can marry you. You should believe in Malcolm, but also believe in your brothers." Lyra had no choice but to sigh.

Kathleen hurriedly talked to her about her family life and tried to distract her.

Gradually, it was dark outside, and snow was falling in the garden.

Lyra looked at the tand almost two hours had passed since they went up.

She can't believe Malcolm hadn't cout yet. It must be something wrong! She couldn't sit still at all.

Despite Kathleen's obstruction, she ran wildly upstairs to the door of Micah's room.

Just as she was about to knock on the door, the sound of the door handle turning suddenly cfrom inside and the door just opened.

Collin was the first to walk out.

His broad figure blocked the room, covering the door behind him. Lyra tried to look inside and saw nothing, so she had to ask him.

"Collin, what the hell are you guys doing in there? Did you guys hit him?" "No.

Collin's tone was calm.

Lyra was confused as to what was going on, "So did he pass the test or not?" "Tomorrow, have Malcolm cto my villa to discuss your wedding date.” He finished flatly, stroked Lyra's head, and turned to go downstairs.

Lyra froze and reacted that Malcolm had passed! She was surprises and shouted at Collins back.

"Thanks Collin!" Before she walked into the room to find Malcolm, Micah cout with that icy face that seemed to be perpetually devoid of emotion, and casually closed the door.

"Micah, Collin just let us choose the wedding date, so you can't say he hasn't passed it yet, right?" Without explaining, Micah handed a copybook to her, "Look, how's the writing?" Lyra, full of doubts, opened the copybook, and when she saw this, which was written in a crooked way, her eyebrows tightened fiercely.

"That looks ugly. Did you guys get Malcolm to write that?" Many of the words on the paper were almost slanted, and many words were blurred, which looked very bad.

Micah echoed, "I think it's ugly too." He pinched Lyra's little cheeks, "Think of it as a family instruction for Malcolm after your wedding," then he turned his head and walked away.

They all said "after marriage”, so it seemed to be over.

But...

Lyra, keenly aware of something, re-read the words and stared at Micah's cold, arrogant back.

"You three are too cruel! What the hell did you do to him to make him write it like this!" Just downstairs, Collin said to her that she could choose among broken hand and broken leg. They did not really break Malcolm's hand, right? She was getting worried about Malcolm's situation.

Immediately after that, Keith cout.

He patted Lyra's shoulder with relief, and said only three words, "He is good!" Then he walked away as well.

Lyra glanced at Keith's briskly paced back, feeling only puzzled. Hurriedly she pushed the door.

"Rara." The man's bony but bloodless hand suddenly held the door frcoldly.

Lyra saw his arm and immediately watched Malcolm's warm but weak eyes.

Obviously she could feel his state was not very good. Lyra rushed forward to support him, and turned his palm to check his injuries.

But she found that his palm was clean, without any signs of redness or bruising.

"Huh, my brothers didn't hit your hand? Then how did you write so badly? What exactly did they do to torture you?" "There is no torture." Malcolm did not explain too much, but just leaned his head on her shoulder.

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