"What?"
Zavier did not expect her to suddenly ask this question and did not react for a moment.
"Did you hit her and kick her? Which hand and foot did you use?"
Viola said word by word.
Viola was smiling brightly, but Zavier could feel the danger from her. He continued to beg for mercy and even slapped himself.
"I was wrong. Miss, please spare my life!"
"I'll give you one last chance."
Viola narrowed her eyes, displeased.
"Right hand and both feet," Zavier replied in a trembling voice.
Viola got up and found a barbed stick in the corner of the wooden house.
Russell knew that Viola was angry and did not go forward to stop her.
"Ah!"
Soon, the cries of Zavier echoed in the wooden house.
Orlando quietly watched the whole process of Viola torturing people with her own hands.