Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The military baton, thick as an infant's arm, struck down on Yan Qi's rigid back, three hits completed without even a grunt from him.
His expression unchanged, his pain tolerance first-rate.
Lu Fengxuan watched with genuine admiration; they say soldiers have bones of steel, and indeed, it wasn't an exaggeration.
After the punishment, elder Yan sent Yan Qi out to eat. He had made time to come here on short notice and did not wish to waste more time on the sullen boy.
Yan Qi was truly frustrated to the point of internal injury, "So you and my dad came all this way just to give me a beating? You've really gone to great lengths."
"Watch your tone!" Yan Huaiyan scolded, "Your grandfather and I came here for serious matters, and to also see your sister on the way."
"You, a grown man, should stop whining incessantly."
After he spoke, Yan Huaiyan looked at his back and gently reminded him,
