Chapter 63: The Cost of Losing
Soon enough, the punisher, who looked about thirty years old and also wore black, arrived onto the scene.
Mo Ye tightly clenched both his fists. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been punished before, and so to him, a hundred beatings weren’t considered harsh nor light.
But he was currently injured internally, so he wasn’t sure if he could withstand it.
With a bitter smile, he glanced at the cold-faced person who stared out into the arena.
Forget it. After all is said and done, he couldn’t compare to how ruthless that woman was and he couldn’t have her.
The two men in black sent to carry out the punishment, kneeled before Liu Rushuang.
“At your service, milady!” They exclaimed with coarse voices.
“Carry out the punishment!” Cried Liu Rushuang In a chilling voice, after she shot a dull glance at the two of them
“Yes.” The punishers got up, then positioned themselves on either side of Mo Ye, and struck him with thick wooden sticks.
*Vomit*
After merely two to three hits, Mo Ye spat out a large mouthful of blood.
This was the cost of failing in his attempt to defy her!
But he didn’t regret it!
The few clan masters usually were on great terms with each other, so they couldn’t bear to watch. Instead, they turned their heads to look the other way.
Qing’Er trembled and felt quite sorry for Mo Ye.
Liu Rushuang showed no emotions on her face. How could one fail and not have to pay the price just a little?
Just like how that tyrant humiliated her. Even though she hated the tryant for humiliating her, she hated the fact that she was weaker than him!
She will always remember how that tyrant shamed her. One day, she was going to get revenge.
With that thought, her eyes abruptly turned frightening.
The punishers didn’t stop on the account of Mo Ye coughing up blood, but waited for him to kneel straight to continue mercilessly beating him.
Gradually, Mo Ye coughed up increasingly more blood. At around fifty beatings, he would cough up blood after every hit.
His sinister eyes were filled with pain and the sweat from his face dripped to the floor. His dark red lips also slowly turned pale white.
If this went on for any longer, the beatings won’t kill him but coughing up blood just might.
Lin Ye clenched his fists and walked up to Liu Rushuang. “Milady, spare Mo Ye. If this goes on, he’ll die,” he said softly.
Liu Rushuang didn’t bother with what Mo Ye said but watched as he coughed up blood with all his might and noticed how weak he looked. Then, he flatly said, “Give him a blood replenishment pill.”
The punisher heard this and temporarily stopped. He pulled out a blood replenishment pill and brought it before Mo Ye’s eyes.
Mo Ye furrowed his brows, raised his head and glanced at the high and mighty woman with a hint of gratitude in his eyes. She still cared about him, didn’t she?
He reached his hand out and swallowed the pill.
“Continue,” said Liu Rushuang without the ounce of mercy.
There were still forty or so beatings left to endure. Mo Ye shut his eyes and forced himself to push through. One of these days, he was going to have that woman.
*Slap! Slap! Slap!*
The punishers continued to mercilessly hit him, because if they relaxed a little, the punishment would only just be more serious.
As Ming Ye watched Mo Ye gradually succumb to the pain, he viciously shot Liu Rushuang a look. She was too wicked! After everything he’d done to take care of her in every way…
Mei Ye pursed his lips tightly. Milady was truly savage! He didn’t dare ever offend her anymore.
There was a trace of concern in Ling Ye’s eyes.
At eighty or so beatings, Mo Ye fainted and fell into the pool of blood on the floor around him.
Liu Rushuang stared at the person on the floor and coldly cried, “Continue.”
The punishers hesitated for a split-second, then continued to strike him violently. Splashes of blood from his body sprayed everywhere.
Mo Ye eyelids fluttered but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t wake up. All he could feel was severe pain in his back, which made it hard for him to breathe.
Eventually, the hundred beatings finally came to an end. Mo Ye’s fingers twitched for a moment, then he fainted again. He would never admit defeat to the woman he loves.
Liu Rushuang looked at Mo Ye and said, “Take him back and use the best medicine to treat his wounds.”
“Yes.” The punishers helped Mo Ye up and took him away.
Liu Rushuang got up and coldly but clearly spoke to the other three clan masters. “Is there anyone else who refuses to obey? You may step forward and challenge me. If you lose, you’ll have to accept the punishment!”