"I've never seen this thing, much less researched it, so don't waste your... Ah!"
Xie Yanghua lashed his chest mercilessly, "Young Master An, I advise you not to endure unnecessary pain."
The whip tore through the shirt, splitting the flesh open. Chen An inhaled sharply from the pain, his handsome face contorted. Unlike Mo Nanjue, he'd never been accustomed to such beatings as a child. This sudden strike was truly unbearable.
After the intense pain, Chen An still lifted his head, completing the sentence he hadn't finished: "Energy."
Xie Yanghua held the whip, his fingers rubbing the bloodstains on it with leisurely composure, "Young Master An, if I were you, I wouldn't be this foolish. There's nothing you can't research. If you stay here for a year or so, wouldn't you be able to create an antidote?"
Chen An cast a cold glance at him, "By the time I manage to research it with my genius brain, you dog, you probably won't live to see it."
