"Ah! Masters! Please, masters! Have mercy on me!"
Lucas Hughes cried out in pain, begging nonstop inside the sack.
Jack Woods chuckled, and with a glance, the few subordinates stopped their baseball bats.
"Masters? That's not what I like to be called, I prefer 'Daddy'!"
"Well, not me, I prefer to be called 'Dad'!"
"As for me, I like being called 'Grandpa'!"
Each person demanded to be called 'Dad,' 'Daddy,' and 'Grandpa.'
Lucas Hughes, in agony and unable to care about his dignity, immediately called out, "Daddy! Grandpa! Dad! Please spare your good son, good grandson! I'm begging you!"
"Hahaha, that's satisfying to hear, but we only told you to call us; we never said we'd spare you after you did!"
"Yeah! Come on, brothers, let's continue!"
Jack Woods picked up Lucas Hughes' phone from the ground, inserted something like a USB stick, and turned it on.
He quickly found the recording from tonight, and with a tap, deleted it.
