Chapter - 142
"Please, old man, I don't know what you want from me, but I can't take it anymore," Roy sobbed, blood mixing with his tears as he struggled against the restraints. "Just let me go. I won't tell anyone about this. I swear."
Roy felt his world unraveling, his world crumbled on him, the physical onslaught from Rick, pushing him to the brink. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the blood that seeped out from his wounds. His hands, still bound to the chair, trembled as he begged Rick, the disguised old man, for mercy.
"You still got a voice, huh?" Rick, maintaining the facade of the old man, observed Roy's anguish with an unreadable expression. The moonlight cast a haunting glow on the scene, emphasizing the desperation etched on Roy's face, "You are one tough, son of a bitch, young master."
