1171: What a close pair of mother and son!

What a close pair of mother and son!

The man hissed, kicking as he shouted, "Bloody brat, let go! Let go!"0

The rest of the men kicked and punched Mu Yichen; some even pulled at his hair.

Alas, no matter what they did, the boy refused to let go. He kept his teeth around the man's hand with as much strength as he could muster in hopes of breaking the latter's bones.

The man was in so much pain that his limbs flailed around as if he had been electrocuted.

In the warehouse, his continuous howls were like that of a pig being slaughtered.

At the side, his subordinates had started to panic. One of them picked up the whip and hit the boy across his back.

SMACK!

"Let go! D*mn it! I told you to let go—"

The boy grunted as he broke into a cold sweat due to the immense pain he was feeling, but he was a tough nut to crack, nonetheless. Despite his body stiffening all over from pain, he still forced himself not to let go.

His eyes were as red as fresh blood. He glared fixedly at the men before him with eyes as sharp as swords—piercing and cold!

Blood began seeping out from the corner of his lips.

It seemed that he had succeeded in wounding the man's hand.

With the sounds of the whip and the man's angry and painful howls, the scene descended into complete chaos.

In the cell, Yun Shishi was gradually startled awake by the noise.

She opened her eyes slowly and looked in the direction of the sound, but her gaze was hazy, so everything was a blur to her.

She gritted her teeth and shook her head, forcing herself to be more awake. When her vision cleared, she was shocked to see a child hanging in the air with a few men around raining punches, kicks, and whips on him!

The woman furrowed her brows. When she could finally clearly see the boy's beautiful facial features, which were stained with blood, she sat back up anxiously and rushed forward.

Only then, as she felt a sharp pain shooting through her wrists bound with iron chains, did she realize that she was still trapped in the cell.

"Little Yichen?!"

She recognized him at a glance. Seeing the scene unfold before her eyes, she glared intensely as she shouted in total panic, "Yichen! Yichen!"

Why was he here?!

Why was her son here?

She was so anxious that her eyes had become bloodshot as she struggled violently in the cage. She screamed at them madly, "Stop hitting him! Stop it! Stop hitting him! Stop—"

Mu Yichen was startled by her voice. He let go of his bite and turned around, only to see that his mother was now awake in her cell. Her hands were thrashing around wildly as her face was filled with concern and terror.

"Mommy—"

Just as he called out to her, the whip landed on his shoulder. A skin-ripping excruciating pain hit him and he grunted. Beads of cold sweat, which had slid down the corner of his eyes, made him terribly itchy.

The man, who had just been freed from his bite, lay on the ground while clutching his bleeding hand. His perfectly normal hand was now bitten into a mangled state, his skin and flesh minced together. His eyes widened in fury as he cursed aloud. He stood up, grabbed the whip from the man beside him, and began whipping the boy!

The boy grunted again, tolerating it with a constricted face.

As Yun Shishi bore witness to this, her heart felt as if it were being ripped into pieces and were now bleeding profusely.

Even though she was not the one being hit, each slash of the whip on Yichen's body was even more painful to her than if they had landed on her!

"Stop hitting! Stop it! Hit me, instead, but don't hit him! Stop it!"

"Oh, what a close pair of mother and son!"

The man let out a sinister laugh. His gaze fell on her, clearly harboring bad intentions.

He lit up a cigarette and held it with his mouth, tossing the whip to the ground.

SMACK!

The sound resounded throughout the entire warehouse.

It was loud and clear, making one's hair stand on end.

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