Chapter 225
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The man who was the master of the other two was over forty years old. When he saw Derek enter, his face immediately filled with a smile. He bowed respectfully to him.
"Hello, young master."
Derek said with a cold expression. "Uncle Harold, what's wrong?"
The man Derek called Uncle Harold, his expression slowly became serious, and he presented honestly. "In the chaotic family, we need you to leave immediately and return with me to handle everything."
Why such a rush?
He spoke without thinking. "No, I still have a lot of things to do in City X. In a few days, I will return on my own."
Uncle Harold's expression became more and more ugly. "Young master, this time we have an urgent matter. You must return with me. The boss said that this is the best opportunity for you to sit firmly in a position of power."
Derek was silent.
He also thought he could still stay with Bertha for the last seven days, but he didn't expect even seven days to be a pipe dream.
He tried to suppress the sadness in his heart, he remembered the plan that Archie had talked about in the morning.
"Give me three more days, I still have one last matter, then I will return to bear my sins."
Uncle Harold was silent. "Young master, you should know, the family has many harsh things. If you disobey orders, you will be punished."
Derek was calm. "I know, if you stay for three days, you will be beaten thirty times."
He took off his tie, took off his vest and shirt at the same time, and threw it to Liam.
"Boss..."
Liam clutched Derek's clothes tightly, his eyes filled with worry.
If he can't hold back and the suppressed virus in his body explodes again, what should he do now?
Derek ignored everything, he nonchalantly knelt on one knee, his back was extremely straight, and his tone was a bit arrogant. "Come here, you fight."
Uncle Harold let out a sigh. "The boss is indeed the person who knows you best. He knows that you definitely want to stay and won't come back right away."
The guard stood quietly in front, he held out a square box made of rare dark sandalwood.
Uncle Harold slowly opened it, taking out a wooden stick.
"Young master, the family is rebelling, work is urgent, I ask you one last time, do you want to stay here for three more days?"
Derek replied without hesitation. "That's right."
"So don't blame me for acting too harshly. That's the rule, I can't disobey it."
Derek said "Um" softly.
He was extremely dissatisfied with these regulations.
Later, when he destroys the evil people in the family and gains all power, the first thing he will do is throw away all the old, conservative, and harsh rules.
While he was thinking, a piercing scream rang out behind him.
Next, the flesh on his back was hit by a powerful wooden stick.
The blood stains were visible, and intense pain rushed in.
It was only the first blow but Derek was already covered in cold sweat.
He gritted his teeth, his muscles tensed, but he still didn't groan.
Uncle Harold paid attention to the bandage in the middle of his back, so he didn't hit Derek's wound.
But like this, there was even less room on his back to withstand the punishment.
So by the fifteenth blow, Derek's entire back which was bisected by the bandage was covered in blood. They look so scary.
Derek's breathing became heavier and heavier, blue veins appeared on his forehead.
Even his eyelashes trembled, he pursed his lips, determined not to let himself make any sound.
Inwardly he laughed at himself.
After leaving home for ten years at a time, he almost forgot his true identity. He thinks that he is just a young man living comfortably and happily, being pampered and raised in Tibble's family.
Now this pampered body's ability to endure whipping has weakened.
Uncle Harold's hand holding the wooden stick was also shaking.
Because Derek's entire back was covered in blood, there was no healthy spot left.
If he hit Derek again, it would overlap the previous wound, but the force of the wooden bat was too great. If you hit the same place twice, the wound will go deep into the bone and will be very painful.
Uncle Harold was a little unhappy, he could only turn his attention to Derek's belt.
The wooden stick swung again, the sound of tearing the wind rang out, and five shots fell in a row, all hitting Derek's waist.
Derek trembled so violently, his back finally buckled, one hand braced against the ground to keep from falling.
The sound of the whip behind him also stopped.
His chest suddenly ached violently, his blood rose, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
'Boss."
Liam shouted in panic, his eyes turned red.
He looked at the twenty blows at his side, and his heart trembled, several times he wanted to rush forward to grab the wooden stick but in the end, had to restrain himself.
'Don't fight anymore, we're going home, let's go now."
'Liam."
Derek cut him off, he glared cruelly at Liam. 'You are just a subordinate of my national investigation bureau, it is not your turn to speak here yet."
'Boss. Don't fight anymore, do you still want to live or not?
Liam's voice choked up, frantically screaming at him. 'The S404 virus in your body is only suppressed but has not completely disappeared. If you are beaten like that and the wound is too severe, your resistance will be weak, and the virus will soon spread. You will die."
Derek pretended not to hear Liam's words. He pinched Liam's thigh hard. He held his breath and stood up straight, maintaining the most standard punishment posture.
Is he in pain?
Painful.
But he had to leave without saying a word. Besides Bertha, there was also danger. He had to completely solve the last problem before he could leave without regrets.
Furthermore, if he leaves now, after twenty blows just now, he will suffer unjustly.
"Continue."
