"Useless stuff!"

Heidric cursed coldly, the palm that usually held a wine glass or a paintbrush was now carrying a long whip covered with barbs. The long whip waved with Heidric's arm, bringing a dark red track in the air, adding another scar to Robert's body.

Robert took off his shirt, the iron chain locked his hands and collarbone, and fixed him to the wall. This made him unable to move at all, so he could only let Heidric whip it. Robert's body was already bloody and he didn't know how many times he fainted. But as soon as he fell into a coma, a bucket of cold and stinging cold water was enough to make him wake up again, so he returned to this hell.

The hook-shaped barbs on the long whip were not only covered with blood, but also covered with meat scraps. Every time they had close contact with Robert's body, the barbs would tear off some flesh on him. Robert could grit his teeth and endure it at first, but after 10 minutes, he kept screaming and begging. As for now, he just wanted to die and die immediately, but unfortunately Heidric did not do as he wished.

After Robert fell into a coma again, Heidric threw the whip to one of the guards and said, "I want him to die again at this time tomorrow. Remember, it's not a minute to lose."

The middle-aged guard nodded with a ferocious expression and then asked someone to get first aid drugs. Since Hederick wants Robert to die tomorrow, he can't imagine he's dead now. In Hederick's private warehouse, several drugs can stimulate people's life potential. Even if they are dying, they can be dragged for a day.

Hedrick wiped his palms with a clean handkerchief, and a few drops of blood were splashed on it. After wiping it, he threw the handkerchief onto the ground, and then said to a figure in the shadow: "Come with me, it's time to meet your incompetent brother."

"Yes, father." The man walked over from the shadows. He had dark green soft hair, soft and delicate facial features, frameless glasses on his nose, and a faint smile on his face. He was still a teenager, and his whole body had a very clean smell, which was obviously incompatible with this dark cell. During the 45 minutes when Hedrick tortured Robert, the boy's eyes had been on Robert's body and never changed.

This gentle smile always hung on his face. So, no matter how friendly the smile looked, it was undoubtedly a demonic smile in the eyes of the guard holding a long whip.

That was Arthur, one of Heidric's sons. When he walked past the guards, he had already done a lot of bloody activities, but he couldn't help but feel a chill. The boy's eyes were like the sight of some cold-blooded animal.

Kodorf looked at the moving lead cloud in the distance, feeling so depressed that it was exactly the same as the cloud.

Since he came back, Robert has taken it away. There has been no news yet, so it is probably a little bit of a bad situation. Kordov has no time to pay attention to this combat tutor, and now he cannot protect himself. Hederick will definitely hold him accountable, which is undoubtedly true. Kordov even thought about escaping, but when he saw that there were a few more level ten guards outside the door, he gave up the idea.

Although the guards said that Heidrik sent additional dispatches to protect him, Kordov didn't know that this was not protection but surveillance.

Without knocking on the door, Kordov never left any time to prepare, Hederick pushed the door open and entered. When Kordov saw him, he panicked and bowed to greet him. When he saw a slender and soft boy standing behind him, Kordov almost squeezed out two words from his mouth: "Arthur!"

No one knew better than him that he, a seemingly gentle and docile brother, was actually more sinister and cruel than anyone else. Kordov still remembered that one year on his birthday, his brother gave him a poisonous scorpion as a gift, which almost made him sting his scorpion to death. Afterwards, Arthur could still pretend to be innocent, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Hederick didn't say anything since he entered the door. He walked to the window and looked out the window with his hands behind his back. Arthur smiled calmly, closed the door gently, and then found a chair to sit down. He put a book "Politics and Philosophy" on his feet like a good student, and then opened the pages with gentle movements, and read the book in the room.

The atmosphere seemed extremely strange.

Cold sweat broke out on Kodov's forehead. He didn't know what Hedrick meant. At this moment, he finally couldn't guess what his father meant. Only Arthur's sound of flipping books was heard in the room, and the rustling sound kept circling in Kodov's ears. It was obviously just a gentle sound, but it fell into Kodov's ears, but it became louder and louder. In the end, Kodov almost roared, and he wanted Arthur to close the damn book.

Heidric finally spoke: "It's almost winter."

"Yes, father." Kordov had no idea how to answer, so he had to intervene randomly.

Heidrik did not look back and continued, "In a few months, this year will be over. Kordov, you will be one year older."

"When I was as old as you, I had already gone to the outer world. I have to say, Kordov, you have wasted too much time on family internal affairs." Hedrick turned around, his eyes as cold as the wind and snow of the cold winter, passing by Kordov: "You are cautious and careful, these are your strengths. But do you know what your shortcomings are?"

"If you want your father to give me advice?" Kordov said with his head down.

"That's just being smart!" Heidrik shook his head and said, "I told you to do it beautifully and not leave any traces. But look at what you did. Awesome Kordov, you actually found a level 18 killer to work for you. But the end of the day, that man died, and Alan was still alive. The problem is that you actually found a bloody man, and you actually found a killer on the surface!"

Kordov wiped his cold sweat and his body trembled. He had no idea where he was wrong.

"Before hiring him, have you not investigated it. This damn bloody hand has not accepted the commission for many years. Do you know what this means?" Hedrick snorted coldly: "This means that his experience, techniques, and even his intuition as a killer have regressed. Even if he still has a level 18 source power, he cannot exert his due advantages. Forget it, he actually runs a company. Don't you know how big a flaw this will leave you?"

"The target of Blood Hand is too obvious, my dear son. It is obvious that Blood Scorpion can lift all his foundation as long as he moves his fingers. Then Anna can find Blood Hand's agent and touch it down along this line. I don't have to tell you, right?"

Kordov immediately looked up and said, "That woman can't find out, I have already let the Blood Hand's agent disappear."

"Gone?" Heidric shook his head and sneered, "Why do I have such a stupid son like you? Just letting the agent of Blood Hand disappear, Blood Hand's goal is too obvious. Do you think someone like him can hide his whereabouts? Anna doesn't even have to check the agent of Blood Hand. She can find the clues she wants through Blood Hand's recent activities and other related details."

"Also, the last time you did not handle the matter on the black street, the reason is that Anna has already focused on my private account!"

Kordov finally couldn't bear the pressure and knelt down with a plop and said, "Father, what should I do?"

"You should answer this question." Heidrik lowered his head and looked straight into the eyes of his son, saying, "Your grandpa has sent a notice that a Presbyterian Church will be held in three days. Kordov, do you know what this means?"

"This means he may have the exact evidence in his hand. Damn, you have also involved me! I think I have warned you early in the morning not to associate my name with the series of things you have done?"

Kordov suddenly hugged Hedrick's feet and said, "Father, please, please save me. Please discuss with grandpa. Look, Allen is not dead again, and the matter is not yet irreversible."

With a bang, Arthur closed the book and smiled and said, "You are right, Brother Kordov. Allen is not dead yet, but you can put the people of our group in an extremely awkward position. Please consider your father's situation, okay? Grandpa has already complained about us a little. Now because of your affairs, father will attract grandpa's anger."

"Shut up!" Kordov finally couldn't help but roar: "You bitch-born bastard, I talk to my father, how can you interrupt me!"

At the end of his speech, Hederick had already slapped Hederick in the face. Kordov flew backwards, crushing a table, and five big fingerprints appeared on his face. He covered his face and looked at his father in fear. Hederick sighed: "I'm sorry, Kordov, Arthur was right this time. You did implicate me and even drag down our people. Fortunately, as you said, things are not yet irreversible. Of course, there is a little sacrifice."

He walked to Kodov, squatted down, and whispered in Kodov's ear. Then he stood up and winked at Arthur. The father and son left the room. They walked out and their own guards closed the door. Suddenly, Kodov shouted: "Father, I am your son, why are you so cruel to me!"

Hederick smiled softly and left with his hands behind his back. After walking for a while, he said, "You have seen clearly. I hope you don't repeat the mistakes that Arthur Kordov made."

"I know, father."

"So tell me, what will you do to Alan next?"

"I will try to be his friend, brother." Arthur narrowed his eyes and smiled innocently: "The closest kind!"

Heidric nodded and said happily: "In this regard, you are much better than Kordov."

The net was broken last week and the eggs were broken, but fortunately they were resurrected.i1387
Chapter completed!