Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver novel Chapter 1306

A crack rang through the air.

Michael had lashed the whip against the man's body ruthlessly.

The spikes on the whip dug into the man's flesh at once, sending a bone-chilling pain through his body.

He cried out in agony, looking ready to pass out at any moment.

The next second, however, the holy flames on the whip emitted recovery energy, healing the wounds the whip had just caused.

The agonizing pain persisted, reaching deep into his soul and making the man howl once more.

Michael sneered coldly, and the whip struck down harshly a few more times.

His ways with the whip could be seen as an art form, with the way he flicked it deftly like a venomous snake. The lashes seemed to land however he wanted them to, but Michael managed to have the whip strike a different patch of flesh every single time.

The goal was for every inch of the victim's skin to feel this agonizing pain.

Every lash was absolute torment on the victim's flesh and soul, and no average person would be able to take it.

The lashes were enough to be life-threatening, but the holy recovery glow the whip emitted made it so that the victim would not die or fall unconscious. In fact, they would only feel the pain of the whip even more clearly.

A few dozen lashes in later, the man could not take it any longer and cried out, "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything, please!"

Michael smiled. "Oh, my dearest Tyrone. You would not have had to suffer so much if you had just done so in the first place. If you must know, that was hardly a fraction of my skills."

Tyrone Simmons, the previous president, looked blearily at the three men before bowing his head helplessly.

Just then, Milo said, "We're going to issue a press conference for you, where you'll announce your acceptance of the current government and its ways. You're also going to announce the Church of the Flame Dragon Lord to be an illegal religion in Terya."

"Alright. I'll do as you wish," Tyrone rasped feebly.

Gary smiled then. "Your skills really are a work of art, Mister Allan."