Kang Chul-In silently swung the metal bat.

He did not swing it with everything he had. If he did, Kimura’s hipbones would break after two or three hits, and he would die after ten blows. He controlled his strength as well as he could and hit as much as Kimura would be able to endure. However, even that was too much for Kimura.

“Ugh, Mmmm!”

Every time the metal club swung, Kimura screamed, but the gag in his mouth muffled the sound.

Crack, crack!

Kang Chul-In hit like a machine. He looked so emotionless that, for those who were watching, the hairs on their backs rose.

And this lasted for about 30 minutes.

When Kimura had received about 50 blows, Kang Chul-In spoke.

“Untie him.”

“Yes, Lord.”

One of the soldiers quickly did as he ordered.

“Please spare, spare me!!”

Kimura, who had been untied from Podolski’s rope-tie and gag, begged and pleaded until his hands became his feet. He was crying and making a big commotion. Kimura looked like a young boy who just had gotten in serious trouble with his father.

“I-I will never do that again!! Please,...