Long San has suffered greatly today; these hundred strokes of the cane could cost him his life.
However, he was Lord Liu's nephew after all. As soon as he was sent back to the camp, the army doctor was already waiting there, saying that he was ordered by Lord Liu to treat him.
"Ouch! That hurts!"
"Can't you go a little easier? If you keep hitting me this hard, I'll kill you."
Long San was in so much pain on the bed that he was screaming and crying out, unable to find any peace.
His buttocks were beaten until the skin was torn and blood was mixed with flesh; it was quite disgusting.
Despite his nausea and Long San's screams, the military doctor spent the entire night finally managing to apply the medicine to him.
Even with painkillers, the wound was still there, making it difficult for Long San to fall asleep. The annoying, deafening snoring of the other soldiers filled the tent.
The noise and pain kept Long San from sleeping at all.
He stared blankly at the dark tent, when suddenly, everything went dark and a huge sack was placed over his head.
Terrified, he was about to cry for help: "Help..."
Before he could even shout it out, Long San's mouth was stuffed with someone's stinky sock, silencing him completely.
His body was violently hoisted onto someone's shoulder, which aggravated the wound on his buttocks. Long San was in so much pain that tears and snot streamed down his face, but the person carrying him didn't care about him at all.
Filled with immense fear, Long San felt as if he had entered an extremely dark place, with a chilling wind blowing all around him.
The burlap sack on his head was ripped off.
His vision slowly returned, and he saw the man in the wheelchair staring at him with a gloomy face. His expression was terrifying, and Long San trembled violently.
"Sixth Prince, I... I wonder why you have summoned me?"
Despite his usual boldness, Long San was so frightened that he couldn't even speak properly when he was in front of Yi Chenli.
Long San searched his mind for any past grievances with the Sixth Prince. Apart from saying a few unpleasant things, he couldn't think of anything else he had done to offend the Sixth Prince.
With a single glance from Yi Chenli, several men in black stepped forward and began to beat Long San mercilessly, specifically targeting his mangled buttocks.
Long San was like a big target, only able to passively take the beating.
Screams echoed continuously.
"Spare me!"
"I don't know how I offended the Sixth Prince. I apologize and ask that he spare my life."
Ouch! That hurts!
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The original hundred strokes of the cane had already severely injured Long Sanyuan, but these men in black were hitting him harder and harder. Long Sanyuan vomited mouthfuls of blood and rolled around on the ground in pain.
Hearing the screams and pleas for mercy around him, Yi Chenli remained indifferent, his eyes devoid of any pity.
If Yi Chenli were to have any emotion, it would be an uncontrollable killing intent.
After a brutal beating, the men in black were careful not to overdo it, only inflicting severe pain on Long San while leaving him barely alive.
Long San, relying on being Lord Liu's nephew, had once been so glorious, never imagining he would end up in such a sorry and wretched state.
Finally, as if remembering something, he crawled with difficulty to Yi Chenli's wheelchair, his body covered in blood: "May I ask, Sixth Prince, how did I offend you?"
"Please, Sixth Prince, spare my life for Lord Liu's sake. I am willing to correct all my mistakes."
"Don't...kill me."
In the end, people always have the instinct to survive. Long San pleaded, even if it meant being a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy, he wanted to gain a little pity and a chance to live.
But the ghost in the wheelchair showed no mercy. A chilling smile appeared on his lips as he plunged a dagger into Long San's hand.
"Did you touch her with this hand?"
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