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 Melvin's 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.
"Go on."
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."
"Yes."
When the two men were completely out, Charles took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood stained on the whip before resuming.
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