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Soon after, he was stupefied.

He realised that just as the electric baton was about to reach Du Lei's head, something strange happened. His hand was actually held tightly by Du Lei.

Moreover, in that split-second, he felt an overwhelming pressure coming from all directions. It was as if this tyrannical force wanted to crush his wrist into pieces.

Yang Jiahui had been doing this for three or four years already. He had seen all kinds of prisoners, but no matter how stubborn a prisoner was, under his attacks, they would all choose to give up and obediently beg for forgiveness.

In the police station, his secret interrogation room was a very special organization. It was different from other interrogation rooms. Other than him, there was no one else here.

The only task given to him was: "Let the prisoners loosen up at all costs and admit their mistakes."

This institution is designed to deal with special groups.

Ordinary commoners naturally wouldn't have any good fortune.

Yang Jiahui felt an abnormal fear. He could see that his wrist was currently changing forms.

Without a doubt, as long as he continued to squeeze like this, his arm would only end up as a "cripple".

Was he asking for mercy?

Yang Jiahui's face was pale white, he did not dare scream, nor did he dare to say anything unnecessary. He knew that if there was anything wrong with him, this bastard called Du Lei would crush his wrist into pieces in the next second.

He firmly believed that this guy could do this. Honestly speaking, a prisoner with extremely high martial skills shouldn't be sent to him for interrogation.

He should be taken next door to the "Police Dog Nurse."

Let the dogs have a good interrogation.

"Let me tell you. I really don't understand who I offended. However, if you lynch me, I will let you know that I was wrong."

Du Lei's voice was not loud, but he understood that this guy in front of him was not a threat at all. The real boss was still behind him.

"Hur hur."

Yang Jiahui laughed sarcastically: "Do you know who you've offended? Let me tell you, even if the Emperor himself were to come today, he would not be able to save you. "

"Concealing firearms, sabotaging police investigation, shooting and wounding suspects without authorization. Any one of these three things can make you fall prey to them, yet you still dare to act so arrogantly in front of me. I don't know who gave you the courage to do so. You're just a civilian. "

Yang Jiahui felt that the strength on his wrist seemed to have decreased, and his guts also started to rise, causing him to immediately open his mouth and ask.

"Hur hur."

"You're right, I, Du Lei, am indeed only a commoner, without power or influence. But even so, you clown, what right do you have to be so arrogant in front of me? "

Du Lei laughed sinisterly as he used all his strength to pinch Yang Jiahui's wrist flat like bean curd.

"Crunch."

The sound of breaking joints was very pleasant to hear.

Yang Jiahui suddenly felt a wave of pain that made his scalp tingle. Right after, he felt that his wrist had completely lost consciousness.

What?

Was his hand crippled?

He found it hard to believe that this Du Lei in front of him had actually done such a thing. Almost without hesitation, he pinched his own wrist to pieces.

Seeing the light smile on Du Lei's face, Yang Jiahui finally understood. So it turned out that in this world, there were too many people more vicious than him.

Compared to Du Lei's ruthless methods, the interrogation techniques that he had just used was like those of a retarded child. The adult world was indeed violent.

Yang Jiahui sat on the wet ground like a tree that had lost its roots. The basin of water he poured out earlier had completely soaked his pants.

"You … You are simply a devil. "

Yang Jiahui's entire body was trembling violently, the man in front of him was definitely the most troublesome person he had met in all his life.

Du Lei shook his head: "I am not the devil, you are the devil. If I did not surpass you in strength, then the person who is lying on the ground and getting ravaged will become me."

"I believe that the number of people who have been beaten and humiliated by you is no small number. I can see that crazed desire in your eyes. "

Du Lei's words, bit by bit, stabbed into Yang Jiahui's heart. He suddenly thought about the scene of how his mother escorted him to the entrance of the university.

He had vowed: "In the future, I must not fear the powerful, not respect the honor."

From the looks of it, the words he had said to his mother back then had long since become a joke.

From the very first day he graduated, he had always been afraid of the influential powers and admired Rongli. Every step he took, he took with care. He flattered, he flattered, he flattered …

Wasn't it to be able to get a good position and have a better future?

Thus, he went from being a police officer in charge of patrolling, to being an interrogator in the interrogation room.

All of this was the result of his hard work.

However, he knew that if his mother from the Kingdom of Heaven knew about his current situation, she would definitely be very disappointed.

"So what? I'm just doing my job, that's what I have to do. "

Yang Jiahui scoffed, but he actually liked the feeling of stepping on top of someone else's foot.

"Yang Jiahui, here's your number."

The door to the interrogation room was pushed open, and a policeman shouted from outside.

He answered and staggered out of the interrogation room to answer the phone. When he came back, his face was all wrong.

His face was ashen.

Yang Jiahui didn't want to say anything. He knew that he was done for.

The one who called him was the bureau chief. The bureau chief asked him if he had used lynching.

When Yang Jiahui stammered out his "yes"

At the same time, he also noticed that something was amiss. That is, that fellow called Du Lei, was definitely not a simple character.

His background was definitely better than the other young master Zhou he knew.

If it was countless times more profound, then it was very clear that his chess piece would be abandoned.

If he became cannon fodder, he would be eternally doomed.

"You can go."

Yang Jiahui's wrist was crushed, and waves of heart-wrenching pain would occasionally come out, but the current him did not have the mood to deal with it.

Du Lei did not look at him, and left while laughing, he had already given him the punishments he should be given, and just let him go, he had to lower his status, and lower himself to the likes of him.

If he did not guess wrongly, this time, the one who was pulling the strings behind the scenes was definitely that "Zhou Ji!"