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When Richt’s hand stopped swinging for a while, Abel asked.

“Is this the end?”

Only then did Richt come to his senses.

‘What have I done?’

It’s true that I wanted revenge, but I didn’t intend to go this far. Drops of blood were dripping from the stretched whip. There were as many wounds as the blood that flowed. Licht bit the delicate flesh in his mouth.

You must not be agitated. No matter how I felt about this situation, I shouldn’t have revealed it to him. Because he himself is ‘Rich Devine’. He won’t budge at this level. That level of reason remained.

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