A few guards hurried over, pressing Mo Beiyan to kneel down. He didn't struggle, just turned his gaze away, "If you want to hit, just hurry up and don't waste my time."
Lin Meijie glared at him, "You better say less. With something like this happening, you still have the nerve to talk? If the second brother can't wake up, the old man will kill you if he finds out!"
Mo Beiyan's handsome face was indifferent, "Suit yourselves."
"You unruly child..."
"Raised you for nothing, hit him!"
After getting permission, the guard raised the whip and began to lash forcefully, one stroke after another. Mo Beiyan closed his eyes; his shirt was torn, exposing the bleeding marks. It was indeed very painful, but he seemed used to this kind of pain. Just flesh wounds, able to endure it with his heart, what is there to fear about bleeding?
