"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The screams of agony continued non-stop, audible even to those outside, who were so frightened that they fell silent, not daring to breathe a word.
The man had a long wooden stick embedded in his back, which was horrific enough, but now he was still undergoing a brutal beating.
However, they also understood that this was the man's own fault. Had he not made a move against Zhao Yanhong, she wouldn't have struck back, would she?
Some time later, the screams ended.
Inside the room.
The man lay on the ground like a dead dog, his teeth clenched tightly, his voice trembling as he said, "I won't speak, just beat me to death and spare me greater suffering when I return."
Xu Hao sneered, and with a wave of his hand, he stopped Zhao Yanhong from continuing to beat the man. Then, just like before, he healed the man's wounds.
"Continue beating," Xu Hao said indifferently.
