Chapter 1183

While Stanley was lamenting his fate, the big guy behind him struck him on the head. Stanley cried out in pain, feeling dizzy. Soon, thick fluid trickled down his forehead from the blow. The pain and dizziness were unbearable, and he wondered if his head was cracked open. What kind of hellish ordeal was this? "Help! They're going to kill me! Someone, please help!" Stanley screamed desperately through the bars, but there was no response. The other men locked up with him sat quietly against the wall, silently watching him get beaten without any intention of stepping in to help. Stanley was small-sized and weak, unable to withstand the blows from the big guy. As he was being beaten like a punching bag, and his nose bleeding profusely, he quickly yelled, "I hate Elliot! He's tormented me, his own cousin, since we were young. I'll kill him one day and make him pay!" The big guy stopped his assault, looking at Stanley's terrified eyes with disdain. "Look at your frail frame