Chapter 370

Wynne's eyes widened in surprise. Frederick's nonchalant tone revealed that he wasn't actually in pain.

A sense of unease crept over Wynne as he summoned all his strength to squeeze harder, only to feel as though he were gripping a solid steel bar.

On the other hand, Frederick remained no response. A sharp pain shot through Wynne's hand as Frederick squeezed harder, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Despite the intense pressure on my hand, I must bear the pain like a man, right? Isn't that what you said?" Frederick taunted him.

Wynne's face paled. Determined not to appear weak in Anya's eyes, he gritted his teeth and endured the agony, sweat beading on his forehead.

Frederick's smile widened as he applied even more force. Wynne's hand felt as though it were caught in a vice, and the pain was truly unbearable.

He struggled desperately to free himself, but Frederick's grip remained unyielding.

Finally, Wynne collapsed to the ground as he was still desperately pulling at his trapped h