"Crack...! Crack...! Crack...!" The whip lashed into Lin Shuang's body with a viciousness that was off the charts!
The whipping tore Lin Shuang's skin and flesh apart, blood constantly bursting open.
Song Jianjia knew this Lin Shuang was no ordinary person, she was eager to interrogate him to find out his identity and background.
If he proved useful to the Song Family, perhaps she could even bring him back for a reward.
But faced with Song Jianjia's frenzied whipping, Lin Shuang's expression did not change; he was indifferent.
Lin Shuang seemed impervious to pain, no matter what kind of torture Song Jianjia used, he remained tight-lipped.
"Woman, you are so ungrateful and heartless, you will pay for this," Lin Shuang, bound to an iron pillar, said coldly.
"Pay for this? I'll show you pay!" Song Jianjia's pretty face turned icy as she once again wielded the whip, lashing Lin Shuang ruthlessly.
The scene was simply intolerable to watch.