Chapter: 1156

Norton shot the driver dead.

Because of this, Victor, who had always been nonchalant, was enraged.

"You broke your promise!"

"So what if I did?" Norton put away his gun, held Victor's face and approached him.

"Boy, you should thank me for helping you get rid of a person who betrayed you. Besides, I just promised you to let him go. Did I say that I wouldn't kill him?"

When he tried to touch Victor, the latter shook of his hand.

Norton ordered his men, "Tie him up and take him away! If he resisted, beat him until he couldn't move! But be careful, I don't want him to die so soon. He's interesting."

The moment Norton gave his orders, his men began to beat Victor up before he even had the chance to protect himself.

Initially, Victor thought that he was strong enough to fight back.

However, at the end of the day, he was nothing but a fourteen-year- old boy. Sparring with quite a handful of well-trained men, he soon lost the brawl.

They hit him at all his weakest spots. It was as if they wanted to break all of his bones.

Laughter reverberated through the air.

"Little boy, call me Daddy. If you do, I might just go easy on you," one of the men said.

Struggling to cover his head with his arms, Victor was kicked from the back. Soon, he fell to the ground.

Before he even had the chance to get up, someone hit him again with a baseball bat. For a moment, all he could see was black as he felt a sharp pain on his back. A sudden surge of blood arose from his chest before he spat it out from his mouth.

"Call me Daddy!"

Laughter broke through the air.

"This boy sure is though. But I know he's going to break soon. ALL it takes is a couple more hits."

Their arrogant words seemed to ring in Victor's ears. Struggling to stand up with his hands on the ground for support, Victor spat out blood from his mouth once more.

Seemingly coming from nowhere, a foot stepped on the back of his hand.

“I said, call me Daddy! Are you fucking deaf?!" the man said, putting more pressure on the sole of his foot.

Victor raised his head, matching the man's gaze. Not a word escaped his Lips.

Narrowing his eyes, the man gazed at Victor with disdain. He stomped on the back of Victor's hand again. Instantly, Victor felt the intense pain. Cold sweat started dripping down from his forehead, down to the asphalt road.

The physical pain he felt seemed to have reached his heart.

It felt as though he had been stabbed by a knife.