The current coursed through him, sending waves of pain and numbness across his body.
Strapped to the electric chair, Coleman still looked perfectly fine.
He even had the leisure to lounge there and watch his torturer. ** Hmm watermark remove.
"Honestly, Father, couldn't we punish me some other way?"
Too much electric shock would make his hands shake. It would take at least half a day for them to recover completely.
How was he supposed to sew his suit then?
An artist who pursued perfection would never settle for a suit designed by someone else!
Coleman Zoldyck, the boy who considered himself a born artist, thought so.
The torturer, Silva Zoldyck, was Illumi and Coleman's father.
At that moment, his expression was utterly grim.
He couldn't help feeling puzzled.
Why weren't electric shocks working on this kid?
He remembered that when his own father had shocked him, they had worked just fine!
His brows furrowed, his face stern.
At first glance, he looked like an unreasonable, stern father.
Severe, even harsh.
But Coleman, who had met countless people in his previous life, could tell that his old man was lost.
If he figured things out now, Coleman's life would only get even worse.
No way!
How could an elegant gentleman be subjected to electric shocks and beatings all the time?
A gentleman should always be spotless and clean.
Thinking this, Coleman decided to reason things through with his old man, who was caught in an educational quandary.
"Father, I don't think any of this is necessary."
As he spoke, he glanced at the 'weapons' in the punishment room.
Silva was drawn in by his words, his brow furrowing even more.
Are you challenging my authority?
"Coleman, you shouldn't violate the rules of being an assassin!"
He started by rejecting him outright.
Honestly, this was a terrible way to educate a child.
Still, seeing as this was his old man's first time being a father, Coleman magnanimously chose to forgive him.
"All right, Father. I think the rules of being an assassin make perfect sense, whether it's striking fast, accurately, and ruthlessly, or killing without leaving a trace."
At last, hearing his son back down, Silva's expression softened a little.
Though he was proud of how his two sons were growing up, he still had to keep a straight face.
Especially with his younger son.
He was far too brazen!
He had lingered at the murder scene for so long, and even toyed with his target!
If the target had been strong enough, or backup had arrived in time, Coleman could easily have been caught off guard and lost his life!
So this time, he had to teach him a lesson!
Spare the rod and spoil the child.
It was an age-old way of teaching.
At least, that was how things worked in the Zoldyck Family.
If a child wouldn't listen, a few days of punishment would do the trick.
If a few days weren't enough, then a few months.
Until they learned their lesson.
Besides, it could build their endurance.
A win-win!
Silva walked over to the tools and picked through them, finally choosing a thin chain that looked particularly handy.
This would hurt more than an ordinary whip.
Hopefully, it would teach him a lesson.
Once he had chosen a weapon, Silva looked up and signaled to the servants.
The servants moved quickly, unstrapping the young master from the electric chair and binding him to a wooden cross.
Coleman couldn't help twitching his lips.
After thinking it over, he sighed. He decided he'd better calm his father down first.
Silva asked, "Are you ready?"
Coleman nodded nonchalantly.
After all, his pain nerves weren't quite like other people's.
Apart from making him feel excited, excessive pain didn't bother him at all.
It only made him want to kill and drink blood even more.
The whipping, which looked excruciating, went on for an hour, one lash after another.
And Coleman still wore the same expression.
Like a young nobleman.
Silva's strength deserved admiration. He had swung the two-meter-long chain for an entire hour, yet he still looked fresh and showed no sign of tiring.
He stopped and asked again, "Do you still plan to carry out your so-called art?"
Coleman chose not to answer that. Instead, he raised another question.
"Father, I'm curious. Why don't you like this art?"
Hearing his son's question, Silva, who had been about to keep whipping him, paused to think and decided to explain.
"The assassin family can't afford any mistakes."
Oh, I get it. He thinks my actions might make the assassination fail and damage our family's reputation.
In that case...
"But Father, don't you think that if I did this, it could make the family seem even more intimidating?"
Coleman said with a smile.
His suit was in tatters, reduced to little more than strips of cloth.
But that did nothing to change his attitude or his words.
He still maintained impeccable manners and posture, asking in a humble, respectful tone.
It was as if his good breeding had been carved into his bones.
An effortless elegance.
It was as though he could always remain in the best possible state, no matter where or when he was.
Silva pondered what his younger son had said.
If this could make the family more intimidating and stop those lowlife assassins or bounty hunters who were always making trouble from provoking them, then perhaps he could let Coleman do this pointless stuff.
As for whether the boy could escape if the mission failed—
Did he even need to ask?
The kid had escaped from under his nose countless times. What were the pursuit of that bunch of trash outside going to do?
Honestly, Silva was tempted.
After all, no one liked having a bunch of clueless trash show up at their home.
Dealing with trash once a week was enough. Having to deal with it every day was a real headache!
"Besides, we could take on strange assassination jobs this way, like when a client asks us to torture the target."
Coleman continued making suggestions.
"We can charge separately for the extra work!"
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