When Gu Mengmeng settled down and the rest had stood properly in their positions, the ferocious-looking man then tugged the metal chain in his hand, causing the man sprawled on the ground to have a slight reaction. His blurred eyes started to look around himself slowly. His pupils looked like they had no focus, it was as if he was looking at something, but did not see anything.

The ferocious man was dissatisfied with his reaction, so he whipped the belt, violently slapping it on the mans back.

In that instant, another thick stroke was added to the interlaced scars.

The man who was thick shrunk abruptly, but did not dare to hide or escape. He could only groan painfully like a beast, shivering and shaking.

There was an explainable feeling in Gu Mengmengs heart.

It was neither guilt nor heartache, neither pain nor sadness.

It felt like someone had stuffed wet cotton in her heart, making her indescribably suffocated, it did not hurt, but it was very uncomfortable.

The ferocious man kicked the man by his back, before he sprawled onto the floor like a dog, looking up at the front for a while before he clearly saw the woman who sat high above like a queen.

Then, his muddy eyes started to regain focus gradually, his pupils shifting back slowly. The expression on his face gradually became rather distorted, and he subconsciously started grunting in his throat, as if his anger and heavy breathing had caused his chest to tremble so much that it brought out his natural growl.

Lifting his shaking hand, he pointed at Gu Mengmeng, who was seated up high.

The first words out of his mouth were, Wicked girl! How could you treat me like this?! You are unfilial! Unfilial!

The ferocious man holding him did not understand Mandarin, but Barete did.

So, before anyone else reacted, Barete rushed up first and stomped on the hand he used to point at Gu Mengmeng. With a crack, sounds of smashed bones were heard.

Barete spoke coldly and expressionlessly following the mans anguished wailing, How dare you, point your finger at her.

Smiling, Lea also walked down the steps. He gestured at the man holding the chain, before he respectfully handed it to Lea, exiting and closing the door securely.

The penalty hall was originally not meant to be any auspicious or joyous place, so any forms of painful screams or anguished wailing coming out from that place were considered normal.

So, the people guarding at the door did not think anything of it, only exchanging glances, laughing at the family of three for overestimating their capabilities and offending their leader of Fiery Flames.

Inside the hall, Lea threw the chain to Barete, while he squatted before the man, slowly wearing his rubber glove while saying, We have taught you for so long, but still could not teach you well. This makes me feel very defeated. How many times do I have to repeat before you can remember? It is an idiotic move to challenge someone whom you cannot win. And idiocy, needs to pay.

With that, Lea had already finished wearing his glove.

With one hand, he pinched the mans mandible, forcing his mouth open. He then reached two of his fingers from the other hand in. With a snap, he crushed his lower left row of teeth.

Yes, he did not even extract them fully, only crushing the areas apart from the gums.

This way, the roots of the teeth would die in his gums, causing him to never have the opportunity to grow new teeth ever again.