"Crash" a basin of ice water splashed on Cole's surface.

The cold and cold feeling pierced on the face, and Cole woke up with a shiver.

Yan Tao put his pockets in one hand with one hand, "I feel so proud that I am a little whiter, are you?"

Cole woke up and looked left and right.

The cold and cold evil intentions were gone.

Cole shivered and turned around to look.

There is only one wall that is empty.

His heartbeats, his left hand is covered in sweat, his hair is so embarrassing that it is pressed against his face, and the water is mixed with sweat beads slid down.

When the wind blows, the coolness penetrates the bones.

Could it be... a dream?

No, no!

The touch on the shoulders seemed to be still for the last second, a wet and cold feeling...

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

Hmm.

Xiaoqi: Master, this guy's courage is unexpectedly small

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows and suddenly raised his foot and kicked it.

One kick, straight to the door.

Bang underground, the iron interrogation chair on the ground actually kicked him down.

hiss

Cole's back fell to the back of the chair, and the pain spread, and his bones seemed to be hurting.

Facial distortions due to a painful face.

The policeman next to him changed his face slightly and he quickly stepped forward, "Your Highness, you cannot torture the prisoners! Doing this is a violation of the regulations."

"Um"

Young Master Yan looked over with his face, suddenly curled his lips and smiled. The smile was astonishing as the times were filled with coolness, "Am I a Chinese?"

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

"Am I yours?"

"no."

Yan Tao smiled: "It's great, it seems that you still have a clear mind."

Before the words fell, the young man's legs wrapped in his trousers were raised again, kicking the entire interrogation chair and the man to the back wall.

The onlookers watching the melon-eating crowd outside the interrogation room were shocked: Fuck, that's a pure iron chair.

At least it must be hundreds of kilograms, right?

With Cole's weight, he had 300 kilograms.

And this young man kicked out with a chair so casually and easily?

hiss

It's terrible to think about it.

Is this kind of strength too terrible?

Qin Zong picked his lower lip slightly, stood tall and handsome like a pine, looking at the young man in the interrogation room.

"pain"

"Ah, it hurts"

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

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 scorching pain on the back seemed to be about to burn.

My face, which was still arrogant and domineering just now, was pale, and I felt so painful that I couldn't move.

Young Master Yan took a casual step, and a faint smile hung on his lips. It looked like he was interrogating a prisoner in this tense and dark interrogation room.

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

The young man half-squatted down, and she smiled slightly, "You haven't answered me yet."

The tone of the tone and the smile of her leisure, Cole's lips trembled.

"I, I was wrong. Please give me your best and spare me!"

"Please!"

"I'm really wrong, please let me go..."
Chapter completed!