Chapter 239 - Untitled

In a five-star presidential suite, Louis was torturing a teenager who was about thirteen to fourteen years old. The naked teenager who was suspended high above the black bed had a very beautiful face and unimaginably delicate features. His skin was pale white and his deep and bright black eyes were like two black grapes. These eyes were filled with pain and desperation as though he was an animal stuck in a deep ravine, moaning in pain.

Like dirt on the ground, he humbly prostrated on the floor.

“I remember that I did not let you speak!” Louis still sounded gentle as the wind rustled his gold hair. “Some people do like to heed the words of others, and they will not obey if they are not taught a lesson,” he said with a hint of mockery.

“Master, something has happened!” Nikolai, Louis’ faithful subordinate, rushed in. “The Fenghuo Gate was destroyed! No survivors!”

“Okay!” Eleven maintained her typical cool.