The Age of the Wolf Pack Tyrant

Chapter 62 The Price of Growing Up

Xingtian knew the butcher wouldn't hurt him, but he was still very flustered. If he could choose again, he would never sit on that iron chair.

Now that things have come to this, admitting defeat would be too shameful, so for the sake of face, we can only grit our teeth and persevere.

Watching helplessly as the butcher put down his scalpel, picked up a syringe full of liquid, and smiled "kindly," he said, "There are many ways to make unimportant criminals obey, but I prefer this one."

This contains a drug that can increase nerve sensitivity, making a person's nerves more sensitive; in other words, it can double the pain sensation of the person receiving the injection.

Don't worry, it has no side effects and won't harm your body.

The butcher kept talking while his hands never stopped.

With practiced ease, he inserted a needle into Xing Tian's arm and quickly pushed the liquid into his body.

Xing Tian was still in the throes of intense pain in his armpit and hadn't even had time to feel the slight sting of the needle prick before the entire syringe of medicine had been injected.

"Butcher, is this stuff you gave me really without any side effects? Don't get me into trouble."

Xing Tian was very nervous, sensing that something was wrong.

"The butcher's smile is really weird. There's definitely something wrong with these potions." Chen Jun frowned, silently mourning for Xing Tian in his heart.

"I promise."

The butcher smiled broadly and stood there without making any further moves.

He was waiting for the medicine to take effect.

These potions take effect very quickly. Just over a minute after the injection, Xing Tian's condition changed, and the change was both rapid and drastic.

"It hurts so much! My armpits hurt like they're on fire. What's wrong?"

Xing Tian's face quickly turned bright red, his breathing became heavy and hot, the veins on his forehead began to bulge, and his eyes became bloodshot.

I felt like an ant being roasted over a fire, every cell in my body sending out signals of pain.

"Damn, amplifying the pain signal is just like amplifying the pain in my armpit! I was already jumping up in pain just now, if I get pinched again, wouldn't even a tough guy like me cry from the pain?"

Chen Jun witnessed the injection process firsthand and was genuinely terrified by the drug's effects.

Even though the butcher was responsible for all of this, he acted like a detached person, explaining calmly: "Generally, pain-stimulating torture is the most effective, but it is also the easiest to resist."

As long as your will is strong enough, or you are prepared to die, it is not difficult to withstand this kind of torture.

Moreover, sometimes when the pain intensifies to the extreme, a person's physiological functions become distorted, and they will actively cater to the pain, turning pain into a distorted form of pleasure.

So as long as you can endure to a certain limit, once you cross that boundary, you won't feel pain; instead, you'll feel an addictive pleasure.

You've probably heard of SM Entertainment; it's a prime example of this kind of change.

There are many cases on the battlefield where people are seriously injured, but they fight even more fiercely after being injured, simply because they have broken through the pain threshold.

This unique situation arises from the extreme pleasure derived from pain and the support of a large amount of adrenaline.

The threshold for this kind of pain is hard to find and varies from person to person. Generally, the more sensitive a person is, the lower this threshold is, and the easier it is to produce extreme pleasure.

Xingtian, I can see that you are this kind of person, you have this potential, it just hasn't been unleashed yet.

The pain stimulated his fighting ability to grow rapidly. There is a Chinese idiom that means "the more setbacks one suffers, the braver one becomes." It sounds unbelievable, but the butcher was not talking nonsense.

Chen Jun remembered watching a Jackie Chan movie where there was a scene where he couldn't beat his opponent, so he would eat chili peppers like crazy, and the more he ate, the stronger he became, as if he had a cheat code.

Chen Jun used to think the plot was nonsensical, but after hearing the butcher's explanation, he immediately understood.

It turns out that Jackie Chan is truly talented; he wasn't just messing around. The plot was well-designed and logical. He also knew what the butcher was talking about, which is why he specifically filmed such a scene.

"You're the masochist, your whole family is. Only a psychopath would enjoy being tortured by you."

Xingtian is now being roasted over a fire. He can't listen to any of the butcher's reasoning and will only automatically interpret his words as dangerous signals that are harmful to him.

The butcher wasn't angry when he was scolded; he still had a smile on his face.

His hands moved with lightning speed, quickly putting down the syringe, picking up the hemostat again, and precisely clamping it into Xing Tian's armpit.

"ah--"

Xing Tian jumped up from the chair in pain, but because his hands and feet were tied, he fell down again and could only struggle violently with loud moans.

The iron chair, which was locked to the ground by expansion bolts, was making a loud banging noise from Xing Tian.

It looked like it would be torn down at any moment.

"This is fucking..."

Chen Jun watched from the side, his scalp tingling with dread. He couldn't believe that such a small tube of medicine could cause such a dramatic change.

Xing Tian was in excruciating pain at this moment, and finally knew what agonizing pain meant.

He felt completely drained, with no control over his body, only pain remaining, and he couldn't feel anything else.

Even the urethra felt numb in waves, and I could no longer control the urge to urinate.

Xing Tian could only grit his teeth and hold on, squeezing his thighs together with all his might to avoid wetting his pants in public and to preserve his last shred of dignity.

"They can even hold up?"

The butcher was surprised by Xing Tian's resilience and decided to give Chen Jun a little more credit.

He grabbed a rubber baton from the table next to him and slammed it down on Xing Tian's thigh. The loud cracking sound echoed in the room.

Xing Tian's urine was instantly wiped away, and all the muscles in his body were clenched up from the beating.

The double pain from the blow traveled rapidly from the thigh through the pelvis, down the spine, and straight to the back of the head, churning inside.

The entire top of my head felt like it was being stabbed with a knife, causing excruciating pain.

Unable to relieve his headache with his hands, Xing Tian could only frantically bang the back of his head against the chair back to alleviate the pain that felt like his head was about to explode.

The butcher then struck him twice more, each blow doubling Xing Tian's pain.

When he was about to strike for the fourth time, Chen Jun couldn't bear to watch any longer. He reached out and grabbed the rubber baton, smiling and saying, "Butcher, that should be enough, right? If you keep going, my brother might not be able to take it."

The butcher didn't say anything, loosened his grip on the rubber baton, and still wore his signature ferocious smile.

At this moment, Xing Tian's clothes were completely soaked, and he was like a lump of mud, lying on the chair unable to move, with only his muscles spasming in waves.

The doctor didn't know Xing Tian's tolerance level and couldn't bear to see Xing Tian really get hurt.

So she removed the hemostat from her armpit and asked with concern, "Xingtian, are you alright? Can you hear me?"