The same spot as before.
If the first blow was like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, then the scream from the second blow was earth-shattering, like a ghostly lament.
Dirk Carter had no intention of stopping.
After the third and fourth blows landed.
A-Bao was in so much pain he was about to faint.
Dirk Carter took a bottle of mineral water from Ewan Forrest's hand, gulped down a big swig, then poured the rest over A-Bao's face.
This was to wake him up a bit.
"Brother Bao, what's wrong? Can't take it anymore? Honestly, I preferred you rebellious like you were just now."
After speaking.
The fifth stick had just been raised.
A-Bao couldn't endure it any longer.
