You're Still Defending the Fake

With an extremely dreadful look in his eyes, Regan stared at Jacob. "Give me the whip!" Holding the whip in his hand, the tyrannical Regan whipped Jacob again and again. Standing aside, Wilson looked at this scene and only felt startled. The boss he knew would never torture a person in such a rough and low-level way. In other words, this punishment was all too low because this wouldn't be enough to agonize a person's soul and would waste a lot more time and energy. However, his boss now actually resorted to such a method to handle Jacob. Apparently, he had completely lost his mind. Although his boss was waving the whip, his face looked unusually calm, making Wilson feel even more shocked when he saw such a strong contrast. If the boss could vent his anger with these actions, that would be fine. However, judging from the current situation, Wilson could see that the boss hadn't let out a single bit of his fury. Compared to Regan's expression, Jacob's expression was similarly calm, which