Suddenly, a heavy whip struck Xiao Ye's body, instantly tearing his clothes and revealing a ferocious mark on his skin, from which beads of blood emerged.
Then, "snap," "snap," "snap"!
Blow after blow, they landed heavily on Xiao Ye, with intense force and brutality, leaving no room for leniency.
The entire hall was quiet, so quiet you could only hear the sound of the whip striking flesh, eerily vicious!
A total of 108 lashes.
Not a single sound of groaning was heard!
Xiao Ye's body hardly had an intact patch of skin left, his flesh mangled, his complexion frighteningly pale.
The elder Mr. Xiao threw down the whip and walked steadily to the center of the room, not gasping for breath even once, and said to Zhang Dalong, "Dalong, if you have any dissatisfaction, speak your mind."
Zhang Dalong's teeth were clenched with hatred.
The old man Xiao had gone this far.
First, he had paid back a man's life, regardless of whose it was—he paid it back!
