Baron Lawrence knew the effect of that whip when it struck. His thin lips pressed together, and he uttered a decisive word, "Fine!"
"Young Master..." The old housekeeper wanted to stop him.
The whip was made of shark tendon; it looked light but could crippnle or even kill an ordinary person after just three hits.
Old Master Lawrence shouted, "Don't worry about him! If he says it's fine, let him try!"
The old housekeeper was worried but didn't dare to go against Old Master's wishes. He could only watch as Old Master Lawrence picked up the whip and walked over.
Baron Lawrence stood in place, tall and straight.
"Baron, I'll give you one more chance, it's not too late to back out now."
"A kind word is never repeated."
Old Master Lawrence's expression darkened, and with a swoosh, one whip struck his back.
A loud smack!
Baron Lawrence grunted, his body swaying as he clenched his fists. With one whip, his shirt on the back was torn open, leaving a horrific gash.
