The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 534 Young Master Yan's Interrogation Method
"Crash!" A basin of ice water was splashed on Cole's face.

A bone-chilling chill pierced his face, and Cole woke up with a jerk.

Yan Tao put one hand in his pocket chicly, "I feel proud of being whiter, don't you?"

Cole woke up and subconsciously looked left and right.

The bleak and cold evil intentions are gone.

Cole looked back with trembling hands.

It was empty, just a wall.

His heart skipped a beat, his left hand was covered with sweat, his hair was sticking to his face in embarrassment, and the water slid down with sweat beads.

When the wind blows, it is cool to the bone.

Could it be... a dream?
No, it's not!

The touch on the shoulder seems to have stayed there for a second, a clammy and icy feeling...

Cole was filled with panic. When Yan Tao asked, he only trembled his lower lip, and didn't even say a word.

Well.

Xiaoqi: Master, this guy is unexpectedly courageous~
Yan Tao raised his eyebrows, and suddenly raised his foot—to kick.

One kick, straight to the front door.

With a bang on the ground, the iron interrogation chair on the ground was kicked down violently by him.

hiss--

Cole fell back on the back of the chair, the pain came up, and even his bones seemed to be aching.

Painful facial contortion.

The face of the police officer at the side changed slightly, and he quickly stepped forward, "Your Highness, you cannot torture prisoners! Doing so is against the regulations."

"Hmm~"

Young Master Yan looked over from the side, and suddenly smiled with his lips curled up. The smile was full of beauty and coolness, "Am I from Country M?"

The police officer shook his head stiffly, "No, no."

"Am I someone from your FBI?"

"No."

Yan Tao smiled: "Very well, it seems that your mind is still clear."

Before he finished speaking, the young man lifted his legs wrapped in trousers again, and kicked the entire interrogation chair and others to the back wall.

The melon-eating crowd outside the interrogation room were stunned: Fuck, that's a chair made of pure iron.

At least a hundred catties, right?

Including Cole's weight, there are three hundred catties.

And this young man kicked him out with a chair in such a loose and relaxed manner?
hiss--

It's scary to think about it.

This kind of strength is too scary, right?
Qin Zong slightly raised his lower lip, his tall and handsome figure stood upright like a pine, looking at the young man in the interrogation room.

"It hurts~"

"Ah, it hurts~"

Although Cole entered the police station, he was treated well.

Not hungry or thirsty.

No one dared to beat him so blatantly.

He could clearly feel that his ribs were broken.

At least two.

The burning pain on the back seemed to be on fire.

His face, which had been arrogant and domineering just now, was now pale, sweating profusely from the pain, and he didn't dare to move.

Young Master Yan was walking casually, with a breezy smile on his lips, he didn't look like he was interrogating a prisoner in this tense and dark interrogation room.

It's like walking in the woods with morning mist, leisurely and unrestrained, like a god-man.

The slender young man squatted down, and she smiled slightly, "You haven't answered my question yet."

The tone was soft, coupled with a leisurely smile, but Cole's lips trembled in fright.

"I, I was wrong, please hold your hand high and forgive me!!"

"I beg you!"

"I was really wrong, please let me go..."

"I'll let you answer my question." Yan Tao kept smiling, and the words that came out seemed to contain a lot of force, which made Cole's heart shudder, as if he had met the terrifying evil god Shura.

(End of this chapter)