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OP Doctor - Ch 110
🕑 Added 2025-03-19 16:02:01 +0000 UTCChapter 110: Stupefied Robin
"Hurry up. Don't dawdle."
The train stopped at the spot where Vir had disembarked not long ago.
Several figures stepped out.
Robin, her face devoid of expression, glanced around.
At this moment, her hands were already bound in seastone cuffs.
The feeling of complete powerlessness left her with no sense of security.
Looking at the World Government flag not far away and the massive Gates of Justice behind it, her heartbeat involuntarily quickened.
Though she had repeatedly adjusted her mindset, now that the moment had arrived, fear was inevitable.
"Move it. Don't just stand there. The sooner we get this over with, the less of our time you waste."
Kalifa urged impatiently.
A force pulled at Robin's hands.
Weakened as she was, she could only be dragged forward.
Seeing the Judicial Tower in the distance emanating an ominous aura, Robin hesitated for a moment before reluctantly following along.
Before long, they arrived at the door to Vir's office.
Knock, knock.
After a brief wait, the door opened, revealing Spandam with a cigar in his mouth.
"We brought them. The rest is up to you."
Lucci spoke as he stepped inside.
Kaku and Kalifa followed closely behind.
None of them showed any intention of helping Spandam take the prisoners inside.
The reason was simple.
They just wanted to see their long-absent superior make a fool of himself.
At most, he might get a little hurt.
Although both captives were tightly bound, that didn't mean they were entirely defenseless.
Robin was one thing, but Flam—ahem, Franky—was another matter entirely.
His entire body was a walking arsenal.
Even in his restrained state, harming Spandam would be easy.
They just wanted to see Vir suffer a little embarrassment.
As they entered, Vir reached out and grabbed hold of the chains binding the prisoners' feet.
But the moment he pulled them up, an unexpected event occurred.
Franky opened his mouth wide and lunged at Vir, attempting to bite him.
Coincidentally, Spandam was the one responsible for the death of Franky's mentor, Tom.
Not to mention, the scars on Spandam's face were also courtesy of Franky.
Now, faced with his nemesis, Franky's rage burned hotter than ever.
His massive jaw was more than capable of taking Vir's head clean off!
His entire body, except for his back, was made of metal.
Yet, just a second before the bite landed, Vir suddenly tilted his head.
Pffft~
"Huh? Who farted?"
Vir looked around in disgust.
Crack! Thud!
Franky bit down on empty air and crashed hard onto the floor.
Vir was startled!
"Whoa! What the hell are you doing?! You dare attack me?!"
Before he even finished speaking, Vir pulled out a gun and strode toward Franky.
Franky, still dazed from the fall, was just as confused.
How did he dodge that?
However, as he watched Vir approach, he remained completely unfazed.
This kind of gun? He wasn’t worried at all.
His whole body was made of iron, after all.
With a look of supreme confidence, Franky glared defiantly at Vir.
But as Vir reached him, he suddenly holstered his gun.
Instead, from behind his back—from a concealed medical kit—he pulled out a shotgun.
An S686!
A reinforced version!
Pointing it straight at Franky's smug face, he pulled the trigger—twice!
BOOM! BOOM!
After firing, Vir planted the shotgun on the ground and took a deep drag from his cigar.
"Who the hell do you think you are, daring to mess with me?!"
Franky was blasted three meters away!
He rolled twice before sprawling out flat on the floor.
That impact was no joke!
His face… was in shambles.
His mouth had been completely obliterated.
His jaw? Gone.
The raw, exposed flesh of his throat was now visible.
Franky was utterly stunned.
But he wasn’t the only one.
Lucci and the others also had an odd look in their eyes.
This guy…
He seems a little too efficient?
That dodge earlier might have been pure luck.
But those two shotgun blasts? Undeniably badass.
Vir slicked back his hair, then turned to drag Robin inside as well.
Robin, her face filled with unease, avoided eye contact.
Vir paid her no mind.
After pulling her in, he once again approached Franky.
Franky still hadn’t recovered from those two shots.
He remained sprawled out motionless.
Vir then retrieved a whip from behind his back.
A barbed one.
Next, he pulled out a bottle of iodine and drenched the whip in it.
"I know you’re made of metal everywhere except your back! Today, I’m going to make sure you enjoy yourself!"
With that, Vir swung the iodine-soaked whip and mercilessly lashed at Franky’s exposed back!
Crack! Crack!
"AAAAHHH! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!!"
Franky screamed instantly.
Because it really hurt!
Even a needle prick made him jump.
Now, being whipped like this?!
It was pure agony!
Bound as he was, with Vir stepping on him, he had no way to turn over.
All he could do was endure each brutal strike.
Vir had to maintain the act of being weak.
So as he lashed out, his expression was nothing short of crazed!
Like a lunatic, each strike was delivered with full force.
Crack! Crack!
The whip continued to rain down.
He looked like a madman—no, beyond a madman.
That twisted grin, the sick laughter…
It made everyone present uneasy.
This guy…
He's a little terrifying, isn’t he?
Lucci and the others frowned.
"Ahahahaha! I’ll kill you! Kill you! Hahaha! So satisfying! This is too much fun! Hahahaha!"
Vir shouted as he whipped Franky again and again.
The sight…
Left Robin completely stunned.
Her wide eyes trembled as she stared at the insane Vir.
This man… was far too deranged.
Torturing prisoners—it wasn’t just a rumor.
Would she… be next?
As the thought crossed her mind and she watched Vir spiral further into madness, her body involuntarily trembled.
First he shoved the gun barrel into blue-haired guy's mouth and fired two shots.
After that, he started whipping like a madman.
That twisted smile—
Robin couldn’t believe this was an act.
No one could possibly act that well…
After a long bout of whipping, Vir feigned exhaustion.
Panting heavily, he looked like he was truly spent.
"Huff… Huff… You bastard! That felt good! Trying to bite me? Hah! You’re like a tadpole biting a frog—what the hell are you even doing?!"
As he spoke, Vir ruthlessly stomped on Franky’s bloodied back several times!
The nearly unconscious Franky groaned in pain once more.
His back—his greatest weakness.
Vir took another puff of his cigar, exhaled a slow cloud of smoke, then walked toward Robin.
As he approached, that sick grin returned.
But Robin…
The fear on her face was suddenly replaced with an empty, hollow stare.
She simply watched Vir approach in silence.
