(Beep-) damn it!
He was so battered that only a heart remained, yet he still dared to put on airs in front of Lynn.
Lynn rolled up his sleeves.
He still remembered all those old grudges. Lynn had always been the sort to repay every slight. If this fellow weren't still of some use, Lynn would put him through all eighteen Qing Dynasty tortures-or his surname wasn't Lynn.
Lynn walked up to him, cracking his fingers impassively as he looked down at the heart.
"What are you doing?"
The heart's voice sounded wary.
Lynn cracked his knuckles and said:
"I'm certainly glad you're cooperating, but that doesn't mean you get to skip your beating. You've interfered with me from behind the scenes for years, and I don't have the slightest fondness for you. Today seems like a good day to settle all those scores."
The heart's demeanor changed. "I was only following orders. If you're really that upset, go find..."
Bam-
"You're actually hitting me?!!"
"Of course! If I don't beat you until your own mother can't recognize you, I'll take your surname! If my Miss Doll hadn't come back to life, do you think you'd still have a chance to talk to me? I'd have juiced you and used you to fertilize the Mother Tree long ago!"
Bam, bam-rumble-squelch-
"Lynn, calm down-!!"
[Ding! The Weeping Clown's fear of you +30] [Ding! The Weeping Clown's anger toward you +120]
The beating went on for seven or eight hours.
The already battered heart streamed blood under his blows, pustules erupting all over it. Even the will within quivered repeatedly beneath the suppression of his firstborn power, bleeding inwardly.
The Night Doctors around them and Sir Awen watched with vacant eyes.
Lynn raised the Little Stool and delivered two