Virel woke up amidst a wave of intense pain.
But he felt no joy in being alive, only fear, not of the torture he might endure.
Throughout his long life, countless hardships and perils had passed over his body. The only fear he had was causing trouble for the young master, for the Bolita Clan.
Fortunately, he immediately heard a familiar voice in his ear.
"Bear the pain, there's no anesthesia here."
It was the young master's voice.
Safe.
Virel relaxed instantly, but the pain spread throughout his body with doubled intensity.
He gritted his teeth and did not cry out, though his muscles continued to spasm uncontrollably.
"Good job, Virel, I'm proud of you." Ethan held Virel's hand.
He had already learned everything about today's events from the gunmen who had returned.
If it weren't for Virel, not only would he lose a large shipment and a new channel, but also the new force the family had painstakingly established would once again be completely wiped out.
