(Thanks to Son of the Round Clam, Pete Griffin, for the reward bonus chapter 45/50)
Li Qinwu said a hundred lashes, and he really gave Little Sun a hundred lashes!
With all that fat on him, every lash tore through his blubber. Blood and grease poured out in streams—it was unbearable to look at.
After a hundred lashes, Little Sun lay unconscious in a pool of his own blood, covered in welts.
Seeing this, the Traffic Light Trio hurriedly threw away their whips, unease showing on their faces.
"Fuck! Boss, we didn't beat him to death, did we? He's Solar Lord's son, after all!"
Li Qinwu asked with a smile:
"Have you vented the resentment you built up when he slapped you and treated you like court jesters?"
The Traffic Light Trio nodded frantically.
"Yeah, yeah. Boss, hurry up and get him treated. This guy's about to fucking die!"
Without any hurry, Li Qinwu took out a Green Needle and jabbed it into the half-dead Little Sun. The lash marks on his body visibly faded, and before long, he was on the verge of recovering.
Red Light asked Li Qinwu somewhat worriedly:
"Boss, Solar Lord handed his son over to you. How are you planning to educate him? Just beat him up like this?"
Li Qinwu tossed away the whip still smeared with bits of flesh and clapped his hands.
"Beating is one method, but it isn't the only one.
"We gave him a hundred lashes for two reasons. One was to vent your anger. The other was to put him in his place and let him know that this isn't his home, where everyone pampers him.
"If he refuses to obey or makes mistakes here, he'll really get the whip!"
Then he turned and left, tossing out one last