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nSlytherin had previously been fighting a one-on-one battle with a foe, before 3 other foes joined his battle.

nAnd the more Slytherin fought against all 4 foes... the more he realized that they weren't trying to kill him.

nNope!

nThey were just trying to beat him to a pulp.

nOnce he ducked from the attack, another took advantage of this and kicked his sword out of his hands, while 2 others swiftly kicked the back of his legs.

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"Kneel down!

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n'Plup!'

nJust like that, he dropped to his knees unwillingly and became their punching bag.

nThey even allowed him to get up again.

nBut every time he rose up, and dodged someone's blows, he would be knocked right back down to the ground.

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"How dare....

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n'Bam!'

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"F*** you...

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"Bam!

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nEvery time he opened his mouth, he was punched or kicked directly in the mouth.

nBut of course, how could he block these attacks when his body was so weak from their previous attacks?

n'Bam!'

n'Bam!'

n'Bam!'

nson of a b**ch!!

nHe was so angry that he soon reverted back into a spoiled 5-year-old kid.

nHe was so furious that he began crying.

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"Hahahahaha!... brothers look at this!

nHe's crying!

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"Awwww.... does the little baby need some cloth to wipe his eyes?

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"Ahh.... does baby need his mummy?

nSo after torturing so many people in your lifetime, you too can also feel helpless?

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"Aye old 3.. do you think that if we continue to beat him up, that he would also wet himself?

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"What a baby!

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"Hahahhahahahha!

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nSlytherin's body trembled slightly from rage, as he listened to their comments.

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"Shut up!

nI'm not crying!

nIt's clearly dust in my eyes.

nIt's clearly.....

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n'Bam!'

nOnce again, they kicked him down before he could complete his sentence.

nHe grabbed the ground below him and spat out blood and a few loose teeth in his mouth.

nBlood oozed out of his nostrils, as well as dripped out of his mouth too.

nHis eyelids were now bluish in colour and ridiculously swollen, making it extremely hard for him to see what or where he was going.

nSeeing that Slytherin's face already looked like it had been stung by a hundred bees.... his foes changed their target to his chest region and other body parts.

nAnd the more they punched, the more furious Slytherin was.

nSomehow, even though he couldn't see properly.... he felt like that masked man was openly laughing at him, as if mocking him.

nAnd he was right!

nBecause Mr. Death.... as well as many others, had stood on the side to watch the show.

nAlmost all of Slytherins men were dead..... so those on Mr. Death's side who were free, sat down and rested while observing the fight.

nSlytherin felt like he had never been so humiliated before in his life as he was today.

n'Ghostly prince.... masked bastard..... I swear that if I somehow escape, I will definitely kill you all even if it's the thing that I do.

nBastards!!!!'

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nSlytherin continued to receive his fair share of punches while glaring at the men.

nBut all they saw was someone looking at them with big puffy swollen eyes.

nYup!

nHe needed his mummy.

nAs they punched Slytherin, they didn't feel any sympathy for him at all

nHow could they?

nOne look at mother Mona and they all felt like slashing his throat wide open.

nBut since their young master would personally kill Slytherin, their job was to deliver him ALIVE.

nSo they decided to very their anger on him by using him as a punching bag.

nAfter all, he had no pity on Mother Mona for the past 7 months.

nHer entire body was covered with whip marks, and her face was even more swollen and bluish looking than Slytherins.

nIn short, she looked truly ghastly and gruesome.

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nAll this time, they had never bothered to give her treatment when beating her up, so some of the injuries on her face would now remain permanent there.

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nOne had to know that people looked down on women with scars, bruises and marks on her face in this era.

nSo even if they wouldn't look down on her, they still didn't like that others might look down or feel that she was too ugly to be queen mother of Arcadina.

nSome shallow nobles might make fun of her, and this might undoubtedly make her feel inferior with time.

nFor Slytherin to damage her face so much was something that they could never forgive.

nThey only hoped that in future, maybe they would find some miracle doctor to heal it.

nMaybe in Baymard?

nAnyway, apart from Mother Mona's face and whipped body..... her limbs were so weak that she had trouble standing on her own, and even her throat was covered in bruises as well.

nThey were also sure that these torturers had also broken a few of Mona Mona's bones and even ribs too.

nIn short, looking at the delicate woman's finger that also had whip lines on that.... everyone couldn't help but wonder if these people had even spared some parts of the woman's fragile body from torture.

nHe clenched their fists in rage and continued hanging up on Slytherin.

nThey kicked, punched and elbowed him until they were absolutely convinced they had redesigned his body to look much worse than Mother Mona's.

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nTime flew by swiftly, and soon..... the battle, or rather the gang-up was finally over.

nIn the end, Slytherin, his aides, 3 Captains, and 50 other men, had been captured and tied up as prisoners.

nOf course, Mr. Death had decided to arrange another play for his own amusement for them.... just like he did for Connor and James.

nIt was too bad that his favourite toy of all, Slytherin..... wouldn't get to play in these amusement games, as he had to be sent back to the young master the next day.

nHe had been tasked with taking care of this hidden estate, so he could only have people secretly send Slytherin to the young master tomorrow.

nNonetheless, that didn't mean that he wouldn't be playing with this favourite toy.... as he had the whole night to tease the little thing.

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nWith the battle coming to an end, Mr. Death and his people continued their show.

nBut unbeknownst to everyone, 2 fully cloaked men in separate buildings on the estate..... had been secretly watching everything play out in the shadows.

nBoth men worked for different masters and were only here to keep tabs on the situation.

nThey smiled cruelly, before quickly escaping from the estate one after the other amidst the confusion and excitement below.

nAnd who were their masters?

nWho were they supposed to report back to?

nWell... that was a story for another day.

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