"Bang!"

Thrown to the ground like a sack, the cold and solid stony floor added to the suffering of the victims.

But who cares about this kind of thing?

The jailers had already treated these prisoners as playthings, and anyway, under the restrictions of the laws of heaven, they would not have lost their lives if they played too far.

In fact, the higher-ups of the City of Angels almost never ask about what happened in the prison - of course, it was tacitly true.

Prisoners have spent countless years in prison, and suffering of this magnitude has been tasted countless times over the years.

Bound, tortured, severely wounded, and then healed, the flesh that grew back was no stronger than it was. Only their hearts have learned to be submissive in the midst of this torture after torture.

"Woo......"

I don't know if it was the weightlessness of the time he fell to the ground or the new pain in his body that woke him up, and he let out a hard moan in his throat.

"Come, kid, bear with me. ”

A voice called out to him, followed by a pair of rough palms on his back, flipping him over.

This cell is not his single room, it is a cell where the tortured prisoners are concentrated, where both the cell boss and the jailer have a special preference for the painful howls of the tortured.

Therefore, it was only natural for them to gather the prisoners who had been tortured in order to receive a more concentrated and louder wail.

They have a good set of ways to torture prisoners, but at the same time, they also know the truth of "relaxation", so in such a cell, a prisoner who has aged for some reason is arranged.

He would not be dragged out for execution, and his entire task was to give the wounded a little care here.

A glass of water is all he can offer.

"Gurgling ......"

The angel who had returned from the crucifixion drank the water provided by the old man, and the water had a fishy smell, thinking that even a glass of water had been added by the jailers.

But so what?

The young angel didn't care about such details.

It would be nice to have water to drink in such a prison, and those who love cleanliness too much can only ask for trouble.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......!"

The young angel began to cough because he had drunk too quickly, and this cough seemed to open the 'Pandora's box'.

He couldn't stop coughing, even though the old man slapped his back with skillful strokes, again and again.

The water he had just drunk continued to leak from the corners of his mouth, and the water was tinged with blood, and it seemed that the man had not only suffered superficial injuries from the whipping he had just received.

"Poof!"

The coughing was finally stopped, as the young angel saw through the gap in the cage the mocking eyes of the jailers.

He hated such looks, even though he had seen them countless times, he still couldn't help but hate them.

So he held his breath stiffly.

The force of the cough is very strong, and this suffocation only lasts for less than a few breaths before it becomes abnormal.

A stream of blood spurted from his nostrils, and the old man's head and face were covered with blood.

There are wisps of black in this blood.

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Dennis was dancing wildly, walking with a shuffled foot, the whip in his hand dancing like a wild snake.

It's a big room, a wonderful underground facility, and even if there is a big explosion in it, the people on the ground won't know about it.

This is supposed to be a good place for 'science experiments' - looking at this basement, Lin Ming is struck by it.

However, at present, there is no platform for testing in this 'ideal testing ground' in Lin Ming's eyes, and as the head of this place, Jennis has brought his personal hobbies to the fullest in this private space.

There are 300 wooden stakes in this basement!

On each stake was a prisoner tied to it, and their hands were open, as if there were three hundred crucifixion Jesus gathered here.

"Bang Bang!"

Denis's whip made the air explode, and each blow to the prisoner's body could take away a large patch of flesh - of course, to the beholder.

It's just that if it can only cause that level of effect, it would be too insulting to Dennis's skills that he has worked hard for many years.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The whip struck the prisoner with a sound like that of a mallet.

A whip swung at such a speed can have the effect of a blunt blow, and Janis is a master of whipping.

"Whew!"

The victim's painful voice seemed to be pinched out halfway through, leaving only a whimper of unknown meaning.

The entire area where it was hit was dented, but the flesh of the victim did not bloom, this technique is simply miraculous, but with such technology, it is only used to bully the prisoner who has no ability to resist.

Janis has the skills to be a strong man, but he doesn't have the heart of a strong man.

It can even be said that if he is facing the enemy, the strength of his whip will not be able to exert even thirty percent.

"The elder brother is a good method, the younger brother admires it, but I don't know if you can leave a few targets for me?"

Standing deliberately outside the circle, Lin Ming said aloud to Janis, who was playing to his heart's content, and his tone had a tone that was very comfortable to listen to.

That is the respect deliberately deduced by Lin Ming, just like the respect of a martial arts novice to his predecessors.

"Haha! Blame me for forgot, I can't stop as soon as I get started, so my brother has been waiting for a long time!"

It took Janis a few tricks to put away his whip, and he moved slightly under his feet, and in a few steps he gave way to the field.

He made a 'please' gesture to Lin Ming, and his whole body was full of aristocratic atmosphere, as if the place he was in at the moment was not an execution room but a high-level ball.

Practicing noble etiquette and doing dirty deeds.

Lin Ming bowed slightly to Jennis, and then stepped into the field.

"Drink!"

The starting move is the move in the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique", but after a slight makeover, you can play it with a whip.

Walking sideways, the whip is like a swimming dragon.

Lin Ming's whip slashed through the stakes and landed fiercely on the chest of a prisoner at the farthest the whip could reach.

"Whew!"

It was like a sharp sword blade slashing, and it was not until the tip of the whip returned to Lin Ming's side and was swung by him with force into another position that a blush flowed from the prisoner's chest.

"Whew!"

The same was only half a whimper, and the angel just snorted and passed out.

It's just that no one noticed what was more and less on Lin Ming's whip.

"If you want to subvert heaven, how can you do it without creating a hell first?"

With the whip in his hand like a sword, Lin Ming had a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.