Chapter 521

The door broke apart with a snap, scattering pieces of wood on the floor. The scene inside the room came into full view of Matthew. There were three people in the room. One of them was a man in his 40s. He dressed in a suit and tie, with spotless leather shoes. He was sitting on the couch with a cigarette between his lips. Then, there was a man in his 30s, wearing a white coat and holding a whip. Beside him, an old man in his 60s lay on the bed with his hands and feet secured tightly. The old man was naked, and his body was riddled with wounds. Some of the new scabs had started to bleed once more. Fresh whip marks were streaked across his chest, with the skin torn open and the flesh visible. The scene was truly disturbing. Matthew merely glanced at it, and he felt his skin crawl. The 40-year-old man eyed the broken pieces of wood on the floor and turned to the intruder. He showed no signs of panic. He shouted at the man holding a whip, "Is this how you manage the psychiatric hosp