Chapter 227

Liam's voice trembled. "Impossible."

Derek ignored him. “Uncle Harold, continue.”

Liam was so angry that his eyes turned red and his fists turned white, but he was an outsider standing here, he had no way to drag that stubborn idiot Derek away.

Uncle Harold did not move, he felt that Derek was not lightly injured.

His eyes looked at Derek's back.

He can only hit Derek's back hip if he continues to land the last ten blows.

Harold pondered for a moment, he looked at the two bodyguards in the room. “You guys go out and keep watch.”

"Yes."

Waiting for the two of them to go out, Uncle Harold took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on the wooden bar and waved it again.

Ten consecutive hits rang out.

They all hit the open ground.

“Young master, I have finished beating thirty times, you can stand up.”

Uncle Harold said as he wiped the wooden stick clean: "The deadline is three days, by then you must return, remember carefully."

Liam helped Derek up. "Thank."

Uncle Harold bowed slightly to h