Gong Huiyu smiled as he looked at Gong Zhiyu being tied to the punishment weapons. He glanced at all the punishment tools hung on the wall, then picked a soft whip that had spikes on it and walked in front of Gong Zhiyu.
"Don't worry, second brother, there is no poison on this whip."
Gong Zhiyu's face did not show any expression.
Gong Huiyu said nothing else and raised his hand to flog at Gong Zhiyu's chest!
With the whip landing on him, Gong Zhiyu's white clothes were instantly ripped apart by the spikes and the flesh on his fair chest was quickly torn into pieces. On his chest, there was a clear and old scar. That faint scar looked terrifying with the red marks left behind by the whip.
The whipping made even the burly man watching at the side to wince in pain.
Gong Huiyu was the most skilled punisher at Zhai Xing Lou. Anyone who was personally punished by him would experience ten times the usual torture.
