Drakon of the Seven Armies

Chapter 368

If this fatso was from the military district, then he could think of 100 ways to make him beg for forgiveness.

“Punk, you want to play the hero, huh?” Beefy Bob’s lips curled into a grin.

“My father is Harlow Knorr. I’m sure you know him…Fuck, why are you taking your belt off? I’m warning you not to come any closer. Put your belt back on…”

Beefy Bob whipped Hank in the lower back. The latter cried out, his entire body twitching.

He tried to run, but two soldiers immediately ran over to hold him down. Beefy Bob stepped forward and began to whip him aggressively.

This six-foot-tall man began to bawl his eyes out.

A few minutes later, the blue bloods began running for their lives on the running track. Meanwhile, Beefy Bob followed behind them, acting as the “sheepdog” as he waved his leather belt.

To make things worse, Beefy Bob even made them do frog jumps, sprints, and high knee runs while they were running. Half an hour later, they practically collapsed.

These kids—who were use