Chapter: 1157

The pain he felt grew every time the man stomped on the back of his hand. He could almost hear his bones breaking.

Even so, Victor was determined to keep his lips sealed. He was stubborn and unwilling to beg for mercy.

It appeared as if the man had grown tired of waiting. Taking the baseball bat from his companion's hand, he moved his foot and said,

“You're right. He's not unbreakable. I'd like to see how tough this boy is!"

The moment he finished speaking, the man threw another blow at Victor.

"Ah!" Victor groaned. There was just so much he could take. After resisting for quite some time, his body seemed to have given up. He fell to the ground.

Despite his inability to fight back, the men still kept on hitting him.

They hit him eight more times with the baseball bat.

After the eighth blow, blood came out of his mouth and his surroundings seemed to have become more blurry. Victor knew that he could no longer keep his eyes open no matter how hard he tried. When he looked down, he caught a glimpse of the cemetery not too far away.

There was a vague figure of a woman in a floral dress. She had short hair and was walking towards him.

A frown appeared on his lips as he gazed at the woman.

“Mol

Victor struggled to sit up. The excruciating pain on his body made it hard for him to breathe. It felt as though his organs were being crushed every time a cough escaped his lungs.

He didn't remember when he had lost consciousness.

His eyes wandered around as he raised his hand to wipe the corner of his lips. He wanted to know where he was.

He didn't think that he'd make it out alive.

He thought he was going to see his mother again.

Since his mother's death six years ago, he never once dreamt of her.

He thought that he could no longer remember how his mother Looked like. However, he was solely mistaken.

Victor had perfect knowledge that he was suffering from intense injuries. He couldn't bring himself to move. Looking around his surroundings, he realized that he was at an abandoned warehouse. A moment later, he laid himself down again and closed his eyes.

He knew very well that escaping was impossible. He had no idea when the men would come back. Perhaps, they left him there to die.

However, since he was ever-so-Lucky to be alive, he knew that he had to find a way to survive.

The best he could do at this very moment was to recover. He knew that being impulsive would only bring him his demise.

Left with no choice, Victor lay there on the rough, cold floor. It was, undoubtedly, uncomfortable. Staring at the ceiling, he saw spider webs gather around the corners of the building.

He couldn't help but wonder if his grandmother was aware that he had been kidnapped.