Eight years as an agent honed a will of steel, gritted teeth, shouldered the shame and pain that wasn't theirs, beat by beat, fresh blood spilling from within. The back was scarred, nearly broken, with every blow.,Zi'an spat, his saliva landing all over Lady Linglong's face. Lady Linglong, furious, grabbed his hair and slammed his head onto the ground, then stomped on the back of his skull. "This is what you get!" she yelled.,A brutal beating landed on his back again, and finally he passed out.。