Claudio Belles scoffed, “I did not expect the current R president to be so cruel and inhumane, to even resort to branding to force a beating. Go ahead, brand me, as long as you have breath, you brand me and I’ll give you back ten in the future.”
As she said this, her gaze was straight and sharp as she stared at those men who were torturing her, a gaze that was like a pool of dead water, but merciless to the bone, a gaze that sent shivers down the spine of the men holding the guns, obviously the guards, but the guards were shocked by Claudius Belles’ gaze.
For a moment, surprisingly, he stood holding the red-hot iron, not daring to approach.
When the male clerk saw the jailer’s lack of movement, he shouted, “Don’t do anything yet, do you want me to brand you?”
The guard advances with some hesitation as the clerk grabs the branding iron and marks Claudius Belles hard and straight in the chest.
ZiziZiZiZi …
A burning smell wafts through the air.
“Ah-!”
Claudio Belles fainted at once from the pain.
The orderly stepped forward and looked closely at Claudius Belles, “My lord clerk, you have fainted.”
“Is it necessary for me to tell you what to do? Splash her with cold water to wake her up! Continue the interrogation!”
With a cold grunt, the secretary dropped the branding iron back into the furnace and turned and walked out of the dungeon on his own.
…
Tick, tick, tick.
Inside the dark, dank dungeon, inside the night, silence and the sound of moving water reigned.
Claudius Belles was awakened with cold water and whipped by the guards for a long time, but he had so many wounds that the whipping was no longer painful.
His sense of knowledge, already numb.
The watchman could no longer stay awake and went to bed.
Claudio Belles was hanging, alternating between unconsciousness and wakefulness, with confused thoughts, as if she had had a long dream when she fainted, her body aching, so much so that she unconsciously called Eduardo Tercero to come and save her.
In fact, she was not sure that Eduardo Tercero would come to her rescue.
She is, at best, a small pet picked up by Eduardo Tercero on a whim, and has nothing but uses and casts for Eduardo Tercero. If Eduardo Tercero goes to rescue her, he will inevitably turn to the president, and will Eduardo Tercero turn to power for an inconsequential her?
Claudio Belles is not so sure.
It was only now that he realized that none of the tasks given to him by the Ming organization were really good enough to be completed, and each one was a gamble with his life.
Now, let alone whether he could return to Z back to the Ming organization, even if he could get out of this dungeon alive was an afterthought.
What was even more ridiculous was that what was going through his mind was not how to get out of it, it was a waste of thought anyway, he could not escape this dungeon now, it was just that what was going through his mind now was that if he died here, he would be eighteen years old, he would not even have had a flourishing relationship, and the last stage and memory of his life would only be Edward the Third.
Esteban Zaragosa, whom she had always wanted, had not yet slept with her, Eduardo Tercero had not yet fallen in love with her, and she had not yet bought her own mansion, from which she had said she would make a lot of money, but she had not done so either, she was a woman who wanted to own a mountain, and it seemed a shame to die now.
Edward the Third will come, I think, he said he has his heart set on her.
The night, it was long, the pain of the wounds in his body gradually revived consciousness after an endless pause, those pains were not only in the flesh, those lashes, each one hurt the bones, even with the slightest movement of the bones, each one was like going through the crush of a truck, the dull ache and the sharp pain intertwined, the pain made him want to cry surprisingly.
Claudio Belles has lived eighteen years and has never cried for as long as she can remember, not even when she was once harassed by the child kings of the orphanage and they wouldn’t give her a bite of the leftover food, because crying, doesn’t solve the problem, it’s better to have the strength to go on living.
People like her know too well the futility and impotence of tears, but now, it really hurts so much, it hurts so much that it touches all the limbs and bones along with all the organs.
President Eduardo… come to my rescue.
I was on the verge of not being able to hold on.
At the moment of fainting again, Claudio Belles did not realize that she unconsciously expected Eduardo Tercero to save her, not someone else, not Esteban Zaragosa, not Tom Paul, not anyone from the Ming organization, but Eduardo Tercero. It was Eduardo Tercero.
Above all, in the eighteen long years of her life, Orlondo Marta treated her as a trained and mature agent, Esteban Zaragosa treated her as a sister who had always known how to defend herself, Tom Paul treated her as a comrade of equal strength, and only Eduardo Tercero, treated her as someone to be cared for to pamper and protect.
…
The next morning, Claudio Belles woke up with a splash of cold water on his head.
Claudius Belles is weak at the moment because of his severe wounds, choking on the cold water in his throat and coughing incessantly, a cough that agitates his already flayed wounds, which seem to be tearing at every second.
The jailer spoke coldly, “Wake up, are you going to confess today?”
Claudius Belles ducked his head slightly and the corners of his pale mouth lowered into a grimace.
The more they wanted her to confess, the less she wanted to do what they wanted.
The guard looked at her, pursed his lips and frowned, “You still don’t want to talk, do you? You’re a tough nut to crack.”
The president’s secretary came down the stairs, “Miss Claudio, it seems you really are a mercenary, what ordinary woman could endure such a punishment, and you are the first one?”
Claudius Belles emitted a contemptuous grunt and said, “President Edward is so good, of course I can’t keep him. He has nothing to do with mercenaries or anything.”
“Deh. Keep fighting for me.”
The whip, once again, struck her viciously; the old wounds of yesterday were already half-crusted, and now the whip struck the already half-crusted wounds, and those wounds opened up again, bleeding and burning with pain.
Claudius Belles thought to himself that he would be about to ascend to heaven.
…
As soon as he got off the plane, Eduardo Tercero learned that Claudio had been taken away by Erasmo Rolan.
The man strides towards the car, with a stony face, while asking Old K in a cold voice: “Why didn’t you tell me before?”.
“Your Excellency, we were on a mission at the time and this was something I had to keep to myself, and I couldn’t leave the mission and fly back to R to save Miss Claudio, telling you at that time would have only made you worry.”
“In the future, this kind of thing should be the first thing you tell me.”
Old K knew that President Edward was really furious and could only keep quiet, “Yes, Your Excellency.”
Old K was about to head to the driver’s seat to open the door when Edward the Third said directly, “I’m driving today, get in.”
Old K was flabbergasted and had never seen President Eduardo in such a hurry …
At that moment, although President Eduardo’s face was motionless and he did not look distressed or nervous, today President Eduardo was driving the car very fast and was obviously very worried about Miss Claudio.
…
Twenty minutes later, Black Bentley arrived at the Presidential Palace.
Old K followed Eduardo Tercero and burst directly into the Presidential Palace, but when he reached the President’s office, he was stopped in his tracks by two members of Erasmo Rolan’s constant entourage.
“President Eduardo, Mr. President is on a cross-country videoconference, you…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Old K quickly struck and knocked out the two assistants.
Eduardo Tercero burst straight through the door, not bothering to say hello, and opened the door to ask, “My man, where is he?”
Erasmo Rolan pointed to his laptop screen and pretended, “President Eduardo, I am in a very important meeting.”
Eduardo Tercero raised his left hand and closed Erasmo Rolan’s laptop.
“…” Well is that Eduardo Tercero’s style of doing things in a whimsical and unquestioning manner.