Whip!

This whip was heavier than the previous one. Jean felt that it was not enough; she became berserk.

Whip! Whip! Whip!

The sound echoed throughout the backyard of the Darby Mansion.

Dax could not take it any longer. “F*ck all of you!” he screamed. “You watch out, I’ll make sure to kill you when I get out!”

“You dare talk back?” Jean frowned. She said coldly, “Fine, you can take it, right? Then I’ll whip your wife and grandfather!”

Nancy let out a bloodcurdling shriek as Jean whipped her shoulder. Dax completely lost it—he was wild and furious. He tried to loosen himself, but it was impossible. He was bound to the stake tightly.

Jean smiled malevolently. “Dax, say, if I whip your grandfather, would you feel bad for him?”

At that, she raised her hand, aiming at Saul. “No!” Dax yelled hysterically, his voice was hoarse. He looked at the whip coming down in slow motion, yet he could do nothing to help.

“Stop!” A voice interrupted, and a dagger flew past her. The blade sla