After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 119

Eleven heard the sarcasm in his words and chuckled.

"Mr. Freeman, I'm sorry."

Melvin made a soft "hmm" sound and walked to the wall, facing it and bracing his hands against it.

He just stood firmly and a cane came with wind.

It landed directly and unceremoniously on his upright back with a crunching sound.

"Er ..."

Melvin clenched his teeth, and his hands almost subconsciously clenched into fists.

Not waiting to digest the pain caused by this cane, he was completely not given a chance to breathe but it was followed by a second and third beat.

It hurt. It really hurt.

Because he was injected with a special drug, his body became weaker and his skin thinner, while the pain was intensified.

The 023 special drug was originally used to treat prisoners of war who had made great mistakes, and after injection, people were powerless to resist, and the pain during interrogation and torture was intensified, which also led to physical and mental torture to the extreme.

He never thought that 023 drug would be used to torment him as well one day, albeit in a modified and toned down version.

It was ironic when he just thought about it!

"Snap!"

The sharp pain of the cane swinging into his back ripped his thoughts back.

With more than 20 times of hitting, his back was already red and purple under the white shirt.

He held on to his breath, in order to keep himself from letting out a little shout of humiliation. He bit his lower lip so hard that there was a row of blood marks on it. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his arms were bruised.

When he endured the fortieth hit, his arm, which was braced against the wall, began to shake uncontrollably.

By the time he reached the seventieth, his back was already hurting to the point of near numbness. As the skin was more fragile than before, several parts of his back had been skinned and his white shirt was soaked with scattered spots of blood.

He began to feel dizzy, and his original long and straight legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

Eleven watched from the sidelines and had to sigh at Master Keith's brutality that was tricky enough.

The cane really could him painful but can't kill him.

And because it was hidden from Miss Carroll and they quietly came to find Melvin's trouble, the wounds on the back will not affect the normal walk. Miss Carroll could not know about it.

He was thinking about it when he suddenly heard a "poof" sound.

It was Melvin who fell on the floor and passed out from the pain on the spot.

The two "abusers" were confused, looked at each other, and finally had to turn to Eleven.

"Eleven, what to do?"

Eleven looked at Melvin, who was bloodless on the floor, and asked, "How much did you hit?"

"Ninety."

Eleven sighed and was suddenly in awe of the unconscious man on the floor.

"He actually managed to stay up to ninety strokes without saying a word before passing out. He is really a man." He thought about it, and added, "You two didn't show mercy on him, did you?"

The two men shook their heads in a panic, "You know how strong our hands are, not to mention that this is Master Keith's order. How dare we did?"

They both paused and continued, "Eleven, what should we do now? The last ten strokes should be continue or not? If we finish, I'm afraid we have to splash him with water to wake him up before continuing, right?"

Eleven didn't say anything, lowering her head to re-examine Melvin on the floor.

His whole face was bloodless, as white as paper, but his lips were full of bright red blood marks.

Because of his handsome features, he looked miserable, which actually did not make people feel very ugly, but had a different kind of fragile beauty.

Eleven sincerely wanted to sigh.

The creator was so unfair!