水蜜桃实验室

Translator: 549690339

At the police station, Zhu Touqiang Song Qiang’s attempt to provoke Xu Fan didn’t succeed; Xu Fan’s eyes were full of pride, but his mind remained incredibly calm.

With his crude method of provocation, it would take another ten thousand years of studying psychology for him to have even a slim chance of affecting Xu Fan’s emotions.

Xu Fan wouldn’t dance to his tune because he had already sensed that Zhu Touqiang was in league with Liu Hai.

Xu Fan was waiting, waiting for a turning point to emerge.

Luxuriate in your madness for a few minutes then, after all, this is your last chance, Xu Fan thought to himself silently.

“What are you waiting for? Get going and cuff him,” Liu Hai urged the officer holding the specially made shackles.

With several handguns pointed at him, Xu Fan watched an officer approach with specially made shackles, as thick as a thumb, in an attempt to secure his hands.

These were special shackles used to imprison major felons in jail; Liu Hai often used them while conducting brutal interrogations of criminal suspects here, so he had prepared a set for his own interrogation room. He hadn’t anticipated that they would come into use today.

Xu Fan coldly observed the junior officer approaching. As the Five-Direction Heavenly Emperor, he had never been subjected to such treatment, but Xu Fan already had a faint feeling that if he made any sudden moves, Liu Hai would genuinely dare to shoot.

His eyes were filled with thick murderous intent, something that Xu Fan, tempered in fields of carnage, couldn’t possibly miss.

If Xu Fan had been alone, he definitely would have eliminated Song Qiang and Liu Hai instantly; with his current skills, a few handguns couldn’t stop him.

But looking at Tongtong, his daughter quietly nestled in his arms, he suppressed the thought.

Although he was confident he could ensure his daughter’s safety, if gunfire broke out in this cramped space, it would undoubtedly cause a great psychological shadow on her.

Xu Fan didn’t want his daughter, still so young, to experience the cruelty of bullets, blood, and gore like the children in war-torn Syria.

So Xu Fan quietly lowered his hands, and the officer, seeing Xu Fan extend his hands, swiftly locked the heavy shackles onto Xu Fan’s wrists.

“I still need to hold my daughter; this hand can’t be locked,” Xu Fan said calmly.

“Haha, no problem. For now, just lock him to the railing,” Liu Hai commanded the officer with the shackles.

At his words, the officer locked the other end of the shackles to the thick railing of the interrogation room.

The officer directly locked the shackles to the lowest bar of the railing because the bar was quite low, Xu Fan, once locked up, couldn’t even stand up straight and had to crouch down. This was a common tactic in the police station used against petty thieves, designed to make it uncomfortable to either stand or sit. After a while, their legs would lose feeling from squatting, and some people, if cuffed for a long time, couldn’t stand up even after half an hour.

Xu Fan quietly squatted in the corner, still holding Tongtong tightly, his gaze fixed, neither sad nor pleased, as if he didn’t take the people in front of him seriously.

Tongtong, seeing Xu Fan shackled to the railing and having to crouch awkwardly, filled with tears, chokingly said to Xu Fan, “Daddy… Tongtong is scared, why are they doing this to daddy?”

“Don’t cry, Tongtong, daddy is fine. Daddy has been standing for a while; crouching is more comfortable,” Xu Fan replied with an easy smile to Tongtong. He intended to reach out and wipe the tears from his daughter’s face, but then he realized his arm was locked to the railing.

So Xu Fan gently lowered his head and softly nuzzled his cheek against Tongtong’s tender one.

“Why don’t the police uncles catch the bad guys instead of daddy? Daddy isn’t a bad person… Daddy is trying to protect Tongtong…” Little Tongtong kept on crying softly, speaking between sobs, her sorrowful look almost broke Xu Fan’s heart.

“Tongtong, you have to know that there is always justice in this world. You and daddy will just wait here patiently, and justice will arrive soon,” Xu Fan said as he gently brushed away the tears on the little princess’s face with his cheek, his expression full of tender love.

Although he believed only in the justice of fists, he still wanted to teach his child to think positively.

Seeing Xu Fan now shackled, Liu Hai and Zhu Touqiang Song Qiang became even more brazen.

“Dammit, already cuffed here and still putting on a show of father-son filial piety. Just wait, you’ll soon get what’s coming to you,” Zhu Touqiang brashly said to Xu Fan.

“Dammit, crying and crying, save it for your grave. Kid, get out; this is none of your business,” Liu Hai waved his gun and viciously barked at Tongtong.

“Tongtong won’t leave; Tongtong wants to stay with daddy,” Tongtong stretched out her arms, tightly embracing Xu Fan, not letting go at all.

“Little girl, your dad is about to face the punishment of the law, you’d better scurry off to the side,” Liu Hai snarled at Tongtong with a sneer.

“You’re a bad guy, Tongtong needs to protect Daddy.” Tongtong stretched out her hands, trying to stand in front of Xu Fan, but Xu Fan quickly pulled her back into his arms.

“Tongtong, be good and stay in Daddy’s arms.” Xu Fan gently said to Tongtong nestled in his embrace.

“Mm-hmm.” Tongtong obediently replied, her face still wet with undried tears, but her eyes held an extraordinary calm.

It seemed that after this experience, Tongtong had also become more sensible, Xu Fan silently thought.

“Brother Liu, get me some gear.” Zhu Touqiang stretched his hand out to Liu Hai, eyeing a police officer’s electric baton at his waist.

“Xiao Zhang, hand over the baton to him.” Liu Hai ordered the officer.

Upon hearing this, the officer pulled out his baton from his waist and respectfully handed it to Song Qiang.

The officers here mostly followed Liu Hai and were familiar with the generous Song Qiang at their side. Privately, they had also received many benefits from Song Qiang, so without any hesitation, they gave their police equipment to Liu Hai, the boss with a gang background.

After receiving the baton, Liu Hai lightly tapped it in his hand, then stood it upright and pressed the switch, causing a stream of electrical sparks to crackle from the top of the baton.

“Haha, trampled over my Hei Xing, injured my bodyguard, and even crippled two of my martial artist brothers, costing me tens of millions at least, do you know how much I want to kill you?” Zhu Touqiang shook his hefty pig face and said to Xu Fan with a sickening smirk.

“Qiang, let’s not complicate things further,” Liu Hai conveyed to Zhu Touqiang with a look that signaled a quick resolution.

“Brother Hai, let me deal with this bastard first, it’s not too late. Look what he did to me, we shouldn’t let him die so easily,” Zhu Touqiang said unwillingly.

“Then make it quick,” Liu Hai urged.

“Hahaha, good, I’m going to electrocute this bastard until he wets himself,” Zhu Touqiang said with an evil laugh, slowly approaching Xu Fan with the baton in hand.

Xu Fan watched as the pig-headed man approached him with the electrified baton. He flipped the switch, and a cluster of blue sparks flashed on the baton, then Zhu Touqiang cruelly laughed and jabbed the baton towards Xu Fan.

Xu Fan, who was looking down, suddenly widened his eyes, and a spark of electricity flickered in them as well.

“Zhu Touqiang!” Xu Fan barked at Song Qiang in front of him.

“Huh?” Zhu Touqiang, called by Xu Fan, instantly locked eyes with Xu Fan.

A beam of brilliance shot out of Xu Fan’s eyes, directly piercing into the swollen slit-like eyes of Bald Qiang.

“Eye of Soul Capture.” Xu Fan activated his most secret ability.

Anyone who met the gaze of his Eye of Soul Capture would have their soul temporarily captured by Xu Fan, becoming a thoughtless puppet that obediently followed Xu Fan’s commands.

This power was acquired by Xu Fan in a previous life after defeating a soul-capturing demon that plagued an entire planet and obtaining its inner core, which he then cultivated for hundreds of years.

Although it wasn’t a martial art, it was even more powerful than one.

However, he often used the Eye of Soul Capture more on witless beasts and rarely on humans.

Although Xu Fan’s Eye of Soul Capture could not exhibit even one thousandth of its previous power, it was enough to temporarily control Zhu Touqiang in front of him.

If those behind him could see Bald Qiang’s current state, they would be amazed.

Bald Qiang’s pupils were now completely dilated, entirely devoid of focus, and his movements had become stiff and sluggish as if he was a wind-up puppet.

The baton, aimed at Xu Fan, hung suspended in mid-air.

Xu Fan silently commanded Zhu Touqiang’s movements in his mind.

To the audience’s surprise, the baton Zhu Touqiang thrust at Xu Fan suddenly stopped, then drooped and forcefully thrust into his own abdomen.

“Ugh… ugh… ugh… ugh… ugh…”