"Wow," a basin of ice water was poured on the surface of Cole.

  The icy coldness pierced the face, and Cole woke up with a sharp spirit.

   Yantao put his hand in his pocket chicly, "I feel a little whiter, and I am very proud, right?"

   Cole woke up and looked at the left and right subconsciously.

  The cool evil spirit is gone.

   Cole tremblingly turned his head and looked back.

  It's empty, there is only one wall.

  His heart beat, his left hand was full of sweat, his hair was so embarrassed that it stuck to his face, and the water slid down with beads of sweat.

  When the wind blows, the coolness penetrates the bones.

   Is it... dreaming?

  No, it's not!

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

   Cole was full of panic. When Yan Tao questioned, he only trembled on his lower lip and didn't even say a word.

Well.

  Xiao Qi: Master, this guy's courage is unexpectedly small~

  Yantao raised her brows, Huo Er lifted her foot—kick.

   One foot, straight to the door.

  Blasted underground, the iron interrogation chair on the ground actually kicked him over.

  Hiss——

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

   Facial distortion with sore face.

The police officer beside    changed his face slightly, and hurriedly stepped forward, “His Royal Highness, you cannot torture prisoners! This is against the regulations.”

   "Hmm~"

  Young Master Yan looked at him sideways, and suddenly curled his lips with a smile. The smile was astonishing and refreshing, "Am I a national M?"

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

  "Am I from your FBI?"

"no."

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

  Before speaking, the youth's legs wrapped in trousers were raised again, kicking the entire interrogation chair with the person on the back wall.

  The crowd eating melons outside the interrogation room was stunned: Fuck, it was a chair made of pure iron.

   At least hundreds of catties, right?

  Added to Cole’s weight, there are three hundred catties.

  And this young man, just kicked out with a chair so casually?

  Hiss——

  It’s scary to think about it.

  This kind of strength is terrible, right?

  Qin Zong raised his lower lip slightly, standing tall and handsome like a pine, looking at the youth in the interrogation room.

   "It hurts~"

   "Ah, it hurts~"

  Although Cole entered the police station, the treatment was good.

  Not hungry or thirsty.

  No one dared to beat him so blatantly.

  He could clearly feel that his rib was broken.

  At least two.

   Fiery pain on the back, as if it was about to burn.

  Just now, the arrogant and domineering face was pale at this moment, so painful and sweaty, that he didn't dare to move.

  Master Yan took rambling steps, with a light smile on his lips, it looked like he was not interrogating prisoners in this tense and gloomy interrogation room.

  It is like walking in the morning mist in the woods, leisurely and contentedly, just like a god-man.

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

  The tone was soft, accompanied by a leisurely smile, but Cole’s lips trembled in fright.

   "I, I was wrong, please raise your hand and spare me!!"

"I beg you!"

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

   "I'll let you answer my question." Yan Tao kept smiling, and his words seemed to contain a mighty force, which made Cole's heart chill, as if he had met the terrible **** Shura.