The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities-Chapter 207 - Torture

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Chapter 207: Torture


Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations


Ethan narrowed his eyes. “Take off his mask.”


Several guards walked towards Spark.


He raised his eyes. His gaze, as sharp as a blade, swept at the guard, making them too scared to move.


Spark raised his hand, took off the mask, and threw it aside, revealing his arrogant and handsome face.


Ethan drew a joking smile. “It’s really you, Spark Alva! Tell me, where did you hide those people! If you tell me, maybe I can spare your life.”


Spark looked at Ethan contemptuously as if in his eyes, Ethan was nothing but an ant.


“Since I dared to come back, I never thought about staying alive. You can kill me now.”


He said slowly, without any fear.


The guards beside him secretly exclaimed.


Emperor You was Emperor You. He was just as brave as in the rumors.


Ethan supported his chin with his hand. “Really? Do you really dare to die? Why not open your collar and look at your chest?”


Spark pulled open his collar, only to see a red mark on his chest, which was slightly protruding and looked about the size of a fingernail.


He couldn’t be more familiar with this.


This was… Co-existent Bewitching Bug!


“Guess who the other bug was planted in?” Ethan said slowly, his tone full of joy. “Yes, it’s the girl you love the most. Spark Elva, if you die… she will die as well. Only when you live, can she live! Hahaha…”


Spark’s pupils shrank with a jerk, and he suddenly clenched his hands and turned his eyes to Bert. Blood stained his eyes as if a red storm was brewing inside.


After a moment’s stalemate, he relaxed his hands and his thin lips paled. “Tell me, what do you want?”


“I’m going to torture you cruelly and make you feel worse off than death!” Ethan slowly stood up, smiling wickedly. “Come on, climb over on your knees like a dog. Beg me not to kill you!”


Spark stared at him coldly, his eyes gloomy and fierce like wolves.


Ethan raised his eyebrows. “Why? You don’t want to do that? Then let her die with you. At least you two can be together in hell.”


Claire…


Spark clutched the mark on his heart and slowly closed his eyes. Then, with a plop, he knelt on the ground.


Ethan was a little surprised.


He thought that Spark would rather die than surrender, but he underestimated his love for the girl.


For a little girl, he even gave up his dignity.


Ridiculous!


Spark, supporting the ground with both hands, crawled in front of Ethan bit by bit on his knees. He gritted his teeth and said word by word, “Please… don’t kill me…”


Ethan stretched out a foot towards him. “I’m not satisfied. I want you to beg me with the East Continent’s most humble etiquette!”


Spark’s back was stiff. He stared at the foot in front of him, and after a while, he leaned down and put his forehead against Ethan’s toes. “Please…”


“Hahaha…” Ethan laughed wanton and kicked Spark to the ground. “How pathetic you are! You deserve it. Look at your servile manner!”


Spark slowly clenched his fingers and clasped the ground fiercely.


“I’ve played enough today.” Ethan looked at the guards below. “Beat him up, then throw him into the dungeon.”


The guards rushed over and surrounded Spark on the ground, punching and kicking him.


Spark gritted his teeth and endured it like a corpse, showing no resistance.


In the end, he was drenched in blood when the guards threw him into the dungeon.