The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

"Wow!" A basin of ice water was poured on Cole's face.

The biting coldness hit his face, and Cole woke up with a jolt.

Yan Tao put one hand in his pocket coolly, "You feel proud of yourself because you look whiter, don't you?"

When Cole woke up, he subconsciously looked left and right.

The cold and evil feeling was gone.

Cole looked back with trembling hands.

It was empty, just a wall.

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

When the wind blows, it's chilly to the bones.

Could it be... a dream?

No, it's not!

The touch on the shoulder seemed to stay there for a second, a clammy and cold feeling...

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

Well.

Xiao Qi: Master, this guy is surprisingly timid~

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

One kick, straight to the face.

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

hiss--

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

Facial distortion with pain.

The police officer's face changed slightly, and he quickly took a step forward, "Your Highness, you cannot torture prisoners! Doing so is against the rules."

"Hmm~"

Young Master Yan looked sideways, and suddenly raised his lips and smiled, his smile was breathtaking and cool, "Am I from M country?"

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

"Am I from your FBI?"

"no."

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

Before he finished speaking, the young man's legs wrapped in trousers lifted up again, kicking the entire interrogation chair and everyone against the back wall.

The people watching outside the interrogation room were simply stunned: Damn it, that is a chair made of pure iron.

It must be at least a hundred kilograms, right?

Including Cole's weight, it's three hundred pounds.

And this young man just kicked him out with his chair in such a casual and relaxed manner?

hiss--

It’s scary to think about.

Isn't this kind of strength terrifying?

Qin Zong raised his lower lip slightly, stood tall and handsome like a pine tree, and looked 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 hit him so blatantly.

He could clearly feel that his ribs were broken.

At least two.

There was a burning pain in my back, as if it was about to burn.

The face that had been arrogant and domineering just now was pale now, and he was so painful that he was sweating profusely, and he didn't dare to move.

Young Master Yan walked in a leisurely manner, with a gentle smile on his lips. He did not 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 carefree, like a god.

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

The tone was soft and accompanied by a leisurely smile, but it was so frightening that Cole's lips trembled.

"I, I was wrong, please be noble 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 the words he spoke seemed to contain great power, which made Cole's heart tremble, as if he had seen the terrifying Shura evil god.