Solam crooked a finger at Harris. He was in a very foul mood right now. After going through that kind of extreme pain, anyone would become irritable. Finding someone to vent on was definitely a good idea.
After giving Harris a thorough beating, Solam indeed felt much better. Of course, Harris's howls and shrieks added plenty of flavor to Solam's release. Solam was currently weakened, only a little stronger than an ordinary person. Even if he put all his strength into punching and kicking Harris, he could not do much damage. The guy was an eighteenth-level berserker, thick-skinned and tough. With Solam's current strength, let alone injuring him, it was hard enough just to make him hurt.
Yet he wailed as though Solam had cut off his dick, crying out so miserably. Though Solam knew full well that the bastard was putting on an act, he still felt inexplicably satisfied.
After beating him for a while, Solam was left panting. Then he viciously kicked Harris in the crotch, making the guy clutch his groin with bulging eyes like a strangled capon, letting out a shriek like some shrew.
"Jeez... that's enough. Don't I know what state I'm in? Even if I kicked you in the junk, you didn't have to scream so miserably. Honestly, brother, you're really kind of noisy."
He had never noticed it before, but why was this guy such a born masochist? Or had he awakened some weird fetish over the past few years?
Harris heard Solam's words and awkwardly climbed up from the ground, though he still grabbed at his crotch a few times.
"It really hurts..."
Solam turned away, too lazy to bother with the bastard.
"Hahaha, long time no see, Elder Albert. How have you been? How is Emmanuel? To be honest, ever