The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 214 - Turn Defeat Into Victory

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Chapter 214: Turn Defeat Into Victory

He clutched his stomach, looked around, and happened to see Claire walking down.

Derek hurriedly turned off the live broadcast and shouted. “Claire! Claire! Come here, emergency, help!”

Claire walked over slowly.

Derek pointed to the computer screen. “I have diarrhea. I will be scolded to death by my teammates if I quit the game midway. Play a round for me!”

Claire cast a glance at the computer screen, her voice cold. “Get out of the way.”

“OK, OK!” Derek stood up and added. “It doesn’t matter if you can’t play. Just play as you like.”

Then he rushed to the bathroom in a hurry.

The audience watching the live show didn’t know what happened.

They just saw Derek suddenly leave his seat, and then a slender figure appeared, sitting down in front of the computer.

The camera was placed low, so they couldn’t see Claire’s face. All they could see was a pair of beautiful hands gently resting on the keyboard.

[Who is it? Not Derek?]

[d.a.m.n, what beautiful hands!]

[Hey, Bro, show us your face~]

Claire clicked on the screen and found that Derek had actually finished 0 kills.

He really sucked.

She clicked open his backpack. It contained only energy drinks and no good equipment.

What the h.e.l.l was he doing in the game?

Claire found a knife, casually killed a few enemies, and picked up some equipment.

[What’s the use of picking up equipment at this time? It’s already the second half. He is doomed to lose this round!]

[Hurry up and find a place to hide. Maybe you can survive.]

The audience felt bored.

Suddenly, they heard a bang.

Claire was lying prostrate on the hillside and shot two enemies in the distance to death.

[F*ck! Double kill with one shot?!]

[And he’s using a pistol!]

[How could he use a pistol as a sniper rifle?]

Claire walked to the two of them and picked up a lot of top equipment.

Then Claire killed her way forward, and no shot was wasted. She quickly killed all the opponents, successfully turning the table.

[Amazing! Awesome! Wonderful!]

[Who is this master? Please tell me your name.]

[Master, join my team please ( ́∀`)♡]

Derek came out of the bathroom. “Is it over?”

“Yeah.” Claire stood up.

Derek leaned over only to see a big ‘Victory’ on the screen. His eyes instantly widened. “What? You won? Did I see it wrong?!”

He clicked and saw that he was ranked first, and when he looked at the number of people he had killed, he was completely stunned.

“This… this…” He looked at Claire incredulously. “You killed them?”

Claire shrugged.

After a long time, Derek recovered from the shock. He coughed and began to put on airs. “You did pretty well, considering it was your first time playing. Claire, you are very talented in online games. I can take you as my disciple. I will teach you how to play.”

Claire rolled her eyes at him and left from there, holding her school bag.

Derek’s game live video suddenly became a hit, especially the second half of the game. The video was played up to 100 million times, and the number of his fans was also soaring. Everyone was talking about this video online.

The next day, in the cla.s.sroom.

Everyone was chatting.

“Did you watch Little Darling Derek’s game live yesterday?”

“Yes, the second half was so exciting. I was so excited that I didn’t sleep all night.”

“Who do you think is the one who played games for Little Darling Derek?”

“Little Darling Derek is April’s disciple. Is that person April?”

“d.a.m.n, only April can be so awesome”

Everyone was guessing who played the second half of the game online.

Some people said it was April, while others didn’t think so.

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 213 - Game Live

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Chapter 213: Game Live

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Pus.h.i.+ng open the door of the ward, Claire walked to the bed on tiptoe, only to find that the bed was empty.

The man was gone.

In an instant, Claire’s heart twitched.

Since regaining her memory, she has been in a tense state every day.

Ethan was looking for Spark.

She was afraid that something bad would happen to him.

Just like now.

“Hey!”

Suddenly, a cold voice rang from behind.

Claire turned her head and saw the man leaning against the door. In the dark night, his eyes were cold and venomous, looking at her without a trace of emotion.

For some reason, Claire felt a bit embarra.s.sed. She blinked without any expression on her face.

The man stepped up to her, and lifted her chin. He scrutinized her face back and forth with a cold gaze.

Hunter knew that this woman came every night.

He was a little curious, wondering why she didn’t come during the day and had to sneak up at night like a thief.

“What do you want to do?” Hunter asked coldly.

“Nothing. I’m leaving.” Claire said calmly.

She broke free from his grip, pa.s.sed the man, and walked towards the door.

Hunter grabbed her school bag and picked her up.

Looking at the girl’s suspended feet, he narrowed his eyes.

She was so light as if she was boneless.

Hunter brought Claire in front of him, his eyes cold and overbearing. “I warn you not to come over again. Don’t disturb my sleep, understand?”

Claire’s face turned cold and suddenly kicked hard on the man’s abdomen.

Hunter let go of her.

She grabbed her school bag and walked out of the ward quickly.

Hunter patted the dust on his lower abdomen and frowned huffily.

Claire rested for two days and went to school as usual.

In the cla.s.sroom.

Derek stuck his head close to Claire and comforted her softly. “Claire, though Hunter doesn’t remember you, don’t be discouraged. I’ll speak well of you to him.”

Dora turned her head. “Don’t be nosy. It’s none of your business.”

“Hey, you darn girl! Are you looking for a fight?” Derek flicked Dora’s forehead hard with his fingers.

The two began to quarrel again.

Claire pulled out her earphones, stuffed them in her ears, and began to nap.

After school.

Derek returned to the Johnsons’ house. He just got out of the car when he heard footsteps behind him.

He turned his head and found that it was Claire.

“Huh? Claire? Why are you…”

Before he finished speaking, he saw Claire pa.s.s him, walk straight in, and go straight to the second floor.

Claire came to the study.

Simon was sitting at the desk with a few doc.u.ments on hand and asked. “Is there anything I can do for you, Miss Claire?”

Claire frowned. “Did the president of Life-Death Sect see Hunter Two years ago?”

The president had introduced her to Ethan Muller to help find Spark, so he must have seen Spark’s portrait.

“No.” Simon smiled confidently. “The one who handles this matter is Dr. Carl. He is my man and will never betray me. The president doesn’t know these things.”

Claire raised her brow.

Downstairs.

Derek was sitting cross-legged, playing games live.

He was not good at games, and the bullet screen was full of curses and ridicules.

[Little Darling Derek sucks. Whoever teams up with him is d.a.m.n unlucky!]

[Don’t you know that Little Darling Derek is April’s disciple.]

[What? Are you serious?]

[This round is a steady loss. I bet 100 bucks.]

[Me 200.]

Derek pouted with anger.

Suddenly, he felt a throbbing pain in his stomach. He wanted to go to the bathroom.

d.a.m.n, he was playing a game live!

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 212 - I Don't Want To Lose Him A Second Time

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Chapter 212: I Don’t Want To Lose Him A Second Time

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But now he was so cold to her.

Claire must be so sad.

“There is good news. Hunter’s brain is normal! But…” Derek said hesitantly. “He doesn’t seem to remember much about you.”

He didn’t restore his memory?

Claire’s gaze pa.s.sed Derek and looked into the ward.

In the glow of sunlight, the man on the hospital bed was flipping the newspaper in his hand with a frown, looking cold and unapproachable.

Sharp, gloomy, cold.

Spark’s shadow appeared on him.

Claire was relieved instead.

It was better that he didn’t remember her.

In the end, Claire still didn’t enter the ward.

In the hallway, an old man walked towards her. He was in his 50s or 60s, wearing a neat suit with a majestic aura, and was standing in her way.

“Miss Claire.”

Claire glanced at the old man. “What’s the matter?”

The old man smiled at her. “I am Hunter’s father. May I have a chat with you?”

They came to the VIP reception room.

The old man sat down opposite her. From his facial features, one could tell he must have been very handsome when he was young.

Simon Johnson.

In the entire Ye Kingdom, this was a household name. He had been very powerful in both military and business circles since he was young.

Although he was old, there was something majestic about him.

“Miss Claire, how much do you know about Hunter?”

Was he here to sound her out?

Claire didn’t bother to beat about the bush. “Everything. Just ask me what you want to know.”

Simon smiled. He liked this girl’s style.

“Two years ago, my son returned from abroad but had a car accident. When I sent my son to the Life-Death Sect, my car accidentally ran into him. He pulled my sleeve and said that he must not die. At that moment, I remembered that my son had looked at me the same way when he was dying, so I saved him. In the end, my son died. At that time, many forces coveted the Johnsons’ properties, and the news of the death of the Johnsons’ successor could not be known to the outside world. Therefore, I let him live as my son.”

All doubts were answered at this moment.

The real Hunter Johnson had died.

Spark lived as Hunter Johnson.

Claire didn’t speak.

At this moment, Simon leaned over and lowered his head. “I know his ident.i.ty is not simple, but since he has forgotten his past, he doesn’t have to remember it anymore. Although two years ago, I let him live as my son for personal benefits, I’ve regarded him as my own son. Miss Claire, I have lost my son once, and I don’t want to lose him a second time, so let him live in peace, please!”

His words were sincere and pleading.

Claire had no reason to refuse.

After all, this was the best choice.

Claire got up from the sofa. “First of all, let him withdraw from the special effects medicine project. And most importantly, there are two people he must avoid, Ethan Muller and Bert Horton.”

Simon looked up at her. “I see.”

Claire said no more and walked towards the door.

Although Gallon tried to stop her, she was still discharged from the hospital and Hunter continued to stay in the hospital for observation.

“I bet you’ll regret it. Don’t cry to me if you have sequelae!”

Claire was lying on the sofa and glanced at Gallon. “Did you take Jacob with you on the day when we were at the beach?”

Gallon nodded. “Yes, I couldn’t just watch you die.”

“Thank you.” Claire looked down at her watch and found that the time was up. She stood up. “I’m leaving.”

Gallon looked blank. “It’s so late. Where are you going? Stay overnight here.”

Claire didn’t speak, picked up her school bag, and left.

She came to the hospital, avoided the nurse on duty, and fumbled into Hunter’s ward.

In fact, she would come over every night these days.

She didn’t want to bother him during the day, so she would come at night to make sure he was safe and sound before leaving again.

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 211 - Gods Organization Was Created By You

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Chapter 211: G.o.ds Organization Was Created By You

Claire came to Noah’s residence and rang the doorbell.

Noah opened the door, somewhat surprised. “Why did you come to me suddenly?”

Claire narrowed her eyes and looked at her. She was more mature and experienced than three years ago.

“I have a few things to ask you.”

“Come in.” Noah led Claire into the house and went to the kitchen to make a pot of tea.

Claire sat down on the sofa and followed Noah’s figure with a probing gaze. “Three years ago, why did you kidnap me from my home and take me to the desert in the East Continent?”

Snap!

The teacup slipped from Noah’s hand, fell to the ground, and smashed to pieces.

She looked at Claire incredulously, looking a little excited. “You… remember everything?”

“Yes.” Claire leaned back, her voice cold. “I need to know the entire truth now.”

Noah frowned with a puzzled look. “But, do you remember that it was you who asked me six years ago to take you from the West Continent to the barren desert of the East Continent three years later, and that the G.o.ds organization was created by you six years ago?”

“Are you crazy?” Claire stood up with a jerk. “Six years ago? Do you know how old I was six years ago?!”

“I know this sounds highly unreasonable, but this is the truth.” Noah looked at Claire from head to toe. “The way you looked six years ago is no different from the current you.”

Judging from her expression, she didn’t seem to be lying.

But Claire still wouldn’t believe such absurd words.

“There’s one more thing.” Claire pulled open the collar and pointed to her chest. “Spark and I are both planted with the Co-existent Bewitching Bug. What do you know about it?”

“Bert planted it in you two.” Speaking of the name, Noah gnashed her teeth and said, “Back then, Emperor You rushed back to the East Continent, only to find that this bug had been planted in him. Ethan threatened him with your life, telling him that if he died, you would die too, and then tortured him in every possible way. For the sake of you remaining alive, he had to live.”

Claire’s heart tingled. “Torture?”

“I only found out later. They beat him with p.r.i.c.kly leather whips, broke his leg bone inch by inch with hammers, hid needles in his food, cut his flesh with knives, and poured boiling water on the wounds, scalding his flesh to the bone.”

These words penetrated Claire’s ears, cutting her heart like a sharp blade. She opened her mouth but couldn’t hear her own voice.

“How long was he… tortured for…”

Noah took a deep breath. “Six months. Six months later, I rescued him out of there. At that time, he had already had a nervous breakdown. He couldn’t recognize anyone, and didn’t allow anyone to approach him. The only thing he wanted was to see you, so I took him to the West Continent. He hid in a distance and looked at you, but just in that place, he suddenly disappeared.”

He had come to see her?

Could it be…

Claire suddenly remembered that in the autumn two years ago, she met a beggar at the door of her house. It was Spark!

Claire covered her face with her hands.

They finally met but she couldn’t recognize him! She took him… as a beggar.

When Claire left Noah’s residence, the setting sun fell from the horizon, and Claire’s eyes turned sour.

Every scar on his body was a testament of his love for her.

Hospital ward.

Derek was peeling an apple and suddenly shouted. “Claire is here!”

Hunter was holding a financial newspaper in his hand. He tilted his head slightly, and saw Claire standing at the door. He had no response. His eyes looked alienated and indifferent. He quickly looked away and continued to focus on the newspaper.

Derek hurriedly ran to the door.

Claire asked, “How is he?”

“Hunter is fine.” Derek smiled awkwardly. In the past, every time Hunter saw Claire, he ran to her faster than a dog.

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 210 - Your Brain Became Normal?

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Chapter 210: Your Brain Became Normal?

Hospital ward.

Claire opened her eyes suddenly, looked at the ceiling above her head, and her consciousness returned little by little.

“Claire? Are you okay? Talk to…”

She turned her eyes to see Gallon and Jacob.

The two of them stared at her closely, looking anxious.

Claire sat up suddenly and hurriedly asked. “Where is Spark?”

Gallon and Jacob were confused. “Who are you talking about?”

Claire rubbed her temple and said, “I mean… where’s Hunter Johnson?”

“Oh, him. He’s next door…”

Before Gallon finished speaking, Claire had jumped out of bed and rushed out of the ward, not even wearing her shoes.

In the ward next door, Hunter was lying on the bed, still not awake. He was on an intravenous drip.

Slowly, Claire walked softly to the bedside and looked at the handsome face of the man. Everything happening three years ago was like a dream.

Finally… they met again.

It turned out that their first encounter was a reunion after a long absence.

Claire unb.u.t.toned the man’s clothes only to see that his body was covered with crisscross scars, and there was a red mark on his chest.

This was the Co-existent Bewitching Bug.

A drop of tear slipped down from the corner of Claire’s eyes.

“Liar!” She gritted her teeth and choked. “Liar, liar, liar! Big liar!”

Claire grasped the man’s clothes with a jerk, lay on his chest, and said angrily, “Liar, didn’t you say that you would come back? Didn’t you ask me to wait for you? You lied to me, you liar…”

With that, she whimpered and finally cried out loud, like an abandoned wronged child. Tears trickled down and soon soaked the man’s clothes.

Evening.

Hunter regained consciousness finally.

Derek lunged to his feet, leaned his head over, and asked happily. “Hunter, are you okay? Are you hungry or thirsty?”

“You’re noisy… Where am I?” Hunter frowned and asked in a hoa.r.s.e voice.

Derek replied. “This is the hospital.”

Hospital?

Hunter propped himself up with his arms.

“Hunter, don’t move!” Derek hurriedly reached out to help.

Hunter ignored him, unplugged the needle on his arm, and pulled his collar open. He felt it was sticky on his chest, which made him a little uncomfortable, so he said coldly, “Go and help me get new clothes.”

“OK.”

Derek turned around obediently, walked to the door, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. He ran back to the bedside, staring straight at Hunter. “Hunter, your brain… became normal?”

Hunter glanced at him sideways. “Of course, do you want me to stay stupid forever?”

Derek gaped in shock and asked tentatively. “Then… do you remember what happened when your brain became addled?”

Hunter looked indifferent, and his dark eyes looked a bit fierce and solemn. “Some of it.”

Derek was still worried. “Do you remember me? Do you remember Uncle? Do you remember Mr. Hopkins?”

“Yes.”

“Then… do you remember Claire?”

Hunter narrowed his eyes. “The Smiths’ long-lost daughter who was brought back recently? I remember a little bit about her.”

“Huh?” Derek scratched her curly hair.

Just a little bit…

Hunter lost his patience and said irritably, “I just asked you to get me new clothes. Why do you have to say so much nonsense?”

“I’ll go get them right away!” Derek ran out of the ward, curling his lips unhappily.

Hunter, who returned to normal, was even fiercer than before.

On the other side, Claire changed and b.u.t.toned up with one hand.

Gallon sat next to her. “The doctor has asked you to stay in the hospital for observation. Can’t you just stay on the bed? Where are you going?”

“I’m going to see someone. I’ll be back soon.” Claire grabbed her school bag and hurried out of the ward.

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 209 - I Would Rather Die

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Chapter 209: I Would Rather Die

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Spewing a mouthful of blood, he almost died at the moment.

With blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth, he suddenly felt cold on his forehead.

Spark opened his eyes with difficulty and saw something soft and white floating down, falling on his long eyelashes, and quickly turning into water droplets.

It was snowing!

Everyone stretched out their hands to catch the snowflakes and exclaimed.

“It’s snowing, it’s snowing in the East Continent!”

The East Continent, which had not snowed for ten years, finally ushered in snow in the eleventh year.

Spark raised his face and looked at the snowy sky. Laughter suddenly overflowed from his throat. He closed his eyes, feeling the coolness of the snowflakes falling on his face, and slowly smiled.

Ethan frowned.

What was he laughing at? Was he crazy?

West Continent, Ye Kingdom.

Claire ran out of the hut, stood in the heavy snow, and shouted towards the hut. “Mom! It’s snowing…”

Her mother walked out and leaned against the door. “Yes, I thought it wouldn’t snow this year. Claire loves snow the most, don’t you?”

Claire reached out to pick up the snowflakes and watched them melt in her palm.

She raised her head and cracked a brilliant smile towards the white sky, towards the dancing snow.

Spark was taken back to the dungeon, and the guards threw the food on the ground.

His stomach was so piercingly painful that he didn’t feel hungry at all.

But he still grabbed the food, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it with the blood. The wound on his hand was not treated, and pus flowed out of his nails. The food was as cold as stones, rubbing against his throat.

Several guards were chatting outside.

“What is he still holding on so hard for? If I were him, I would rather die.”

Spark lay on the icy ground, slowly closing his eyes, and in the darkness, Claire’s smiling face appeared.

For what?

For that Claire could laugh carefree in the sun.

Half a year later.

Noah sneaked into the dungeon of You Palace and shot the guards. But when she found Spark, she suddenly froze in place.

The man shrank in a dark and damp corner, looking skinny, wearing tattered clothes, with new and old wounds all over his body. Blood was still oozing out of his body, and his hair, like withered gra.s.s, had grown to his neck and covered his face.

Noah couldn’t believe her eyes.

She walked over with heavy steps and slowly squatted down. When she touched the man, he curled up nervously as if he was frightened.

Noah pushed the man’s hair aside and saw a pale face. His eyes were gla.s.sy and he was like a soulless body, not responding to the outside world at all.

Noah fought back the urge to cry. “I will take you to see Miss Claire…”

It wasn’t until he heard the name that his pupils flickered, and a jerky and hoa.r.s.e voice came from his throat. “Claire…”

Afternoon.

Claire was sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the door. Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow. She turned her head and saw a man curled up by the gra.s.s.

He looked like a beggar.

Claire walked over and squatted in front of the man. “Are you okay?”

The man grabbed her wrist abruptly. His hot gaze shot out from between his long hair and was fixed on her, his eyes surging with strong love and tenderness.

For some reason, Claire’s heart s.h.i.+vered fiercely.

“I’ll get you something to eat.” She pulled away her wrist, got up, and ran home.

But when she came out with the food, the man was gone.

…

…

Reaching the sh.o.r.e from the sea, Claire vomited a few mouthfuls of sea water and fell on the beach, unable to exert any strength.

In a daze, a human face appeared above her head.

It was Henry Cook.

He squatted in front of Claire and drew a sly smile. “I knew that you would come to save Hunter Johnson.”

Suddenly, there was a bang.

Gunshots sounded in his ears.

Henry’s expression changed instantly, and he looked around.

In the distance, Gallon and Jacob were running towards this side.

Claire couldn’t hold on anymore.. She closed her eyes, and fainted.

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 208 - Someone Is Calling Me

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Chapter 208: Someone Is Calling Me

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The dungeon was dark, damp, and airtight. Surrounded by hard walls, it was empty and didn’t even have a bed.

Spark fell on the cold ground, his body curled up with pain, unable to exert any strength.

While he was groggy, a guard held a bowl and threw it in front of him. The food inside was spilled on the ground, emitting an unpleasant smell, and gray-green mold spots had grown on it.

Spark glanced at it and quickly looked away.

The guard sneered and said, “Not to your taste? Then don’t eat. Just starve to death!”

Then he left the dungeon.

Spark closed his eyes and Claire’s little face popped up in his mind.

He couldn’t die…

After a while, Spark opened his eyes, propped his arms, resisting the pain on his body. He grabbed the dirty and smelly food on the ground, and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.

The next day, Ethan came to the dungeon.

Spark lay on the cold ground all night. The blood on his body had dried up, and his thin lips turned slightly purple from the cold. His eyes were half-closed, his breath was weak, but his overwhelming aura didn’t diminish at all.

Several guards dragged him up.

Ethan sat on a chair and leaned over, looking at him coldly. “What do you want to play today?”

Spark slowly raised his head and gave a contemptuous smile. “Whatever you want to play, I will… play with you!”

“Okay! Then let’s have fun!” Ethan glanced back. “Come on, get started!”

The guard behind him came with a needle, and the long slender needle glowed with a silver sharp light under the light.

Several guards pressed Spark to the ground, grabbed one of his hands, and pierced the needle into his nail.

Spark’s face instantly turned pale. He clenched his teeth so hard that they bled, but he didn’t utter a sound. Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, dripping down his chin.

Ten fingers connected to the heart.

The pain went deep into his bones…

But when he closed his eyes and thought of Claire, it seemed that even this kind of pain was nothing.

One after another, all his ten fingers were pierced with needles, and his nails turned black and blue, and blood beads came out.

Ethan kicked the chair over in rage.

He thought he would see Spark crying bitterly and begging for his mercy.

However, from beginning to end, he didn’t even shout.

Ethan left the dungeon.

Spark was thrown on the ground. On the cold winter night, he was still wearing thin clothes, which were blood-soaked and sticking to his body.

Claire squatted in front of him, hugged him tightly, and gave him a moment of warmth.

He woke up from a coma. There was nothing but darkness in front of his eyes.

It turned out to be a dream…

Spark tremblingly stretched out his hand, covering his heart, which was beating at the same time as Claire’s.

He muttered. “Claire… Claire…”

Claire…

On the bed, Claire opened her eyes, suddenly sat up, and rushed out of the room.

Her mother was awakened by her and asked. “What’s the matter? Claire?”

Claire was a little at a loss. “Mom… I heard someone calling me…”

“Silly girl, are you dreaming? Who will call you at midnight? Go to bed.” Her mom pulled her back to the room.

The weather was gloomy.

Spark was taken outside.

Ethan sat on the steps and raised his hand slightly. “Let’s get started.”

Several guards walked over, kicked Spark to the ground, and lashed whips on him.

The whips had fine barbs, and when the whips went down, they would not only open his flesh, but also hook his flesh and tear it off.

The cold air froze his wound inch by inch and drilled into his bones, making the pain worse.

Feeling tightness in his chest, Spark suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood.