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The sound of an iron door striking against each other resounded, and Zhou Yang was pushed fiercely into a small room.

"Be more honest with me!"

A burly policeman pushed Zhou Yang to a chair that was made of steel, and pushed it down, wanting to make Zhou Yang sit down.

But in the next moment, his face flushed red, and he looked at Zhou Yang in shock.

At this moment, the man felt as if he was pressing down on a thousand pound stone. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the man.

"I'm not a prisoner."

Zhou Yang grinned and looked at the man.

After which, he slowly sat down.

Ka-cha! *

Seeing that, the man took the chance to lock Zhou Yang onto the chair, preventing his from moving.

"Hmph, this is not up to you."

Looking towards Zhou Yang, the man sneered again and again.

"You dare to hit the Chief Officer's son? You think you can walk out of here alive today?"

"So you're going to lynch?"

Zhou Yang asked with an indifferent smile.

"It seems like you are also an understanding person."

The man sneered. At this moment, the door to the room was opened again. Another man in police uniform walked in.

"Pah!"

When he arrived at a table, the man threw the paper and brush in his hand onto the table with a "pa" sound.

"F * ck, you still need me to work overtime at this time? Damn it, you dog."

Giving Zhou Yang a fierce glare, the middle-aged man who came in said impatiently.

"Captain, it's this brat who beat up Young Master Zhao Hai to death."

The burly policeman came to the side of the middle-aged man and said.

"Brat, you dare to fight Zhao Hai."

Hearing that, the middle aged man rolled his eyes, looked at Zhou Yang, then retracted his gaze and laughed, and said.

"What's your name?"

The middle-aged man didn't beat around the bush and directly asked.

"Zhou Yang."

Zhou Yang's face was still as casual as before, as though the scene before him was nothing at all.

Following that, the middle aged man asked a few more questions, and finally looked at Zhou Yang a second time.

"Why did you beat up Zhao Hai?"

"Zhao Hai provoked us first. I was merely defending myself. A lot of people saw this at the time. "

Zhou Yang shrugged and said innocently.

"Hmph, it was clearly you who took the lead, Zhao Hai and the rest, while Zhao Hai and the rest fought back, only to be defeated by you."

The middle-aged man said as he wrote down a record.

"Speak, is that right?"

With that, the man stopped writing and coldly looked at Zhou Yang.

"You want to use it as a forgery?"

Seeing that, Zhou Yang sneered, and said indifferently.

"This is the truth. No matter how you try to quibble, it's useless."

The middle-aged man passed the paper in his hand to the burly policeman and gave him a look.

The muscular policeman understood and stood up with the paper, then walked towards Zhou Yang.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll report you?"

Looking at the muscular policeman walking over, Zhou Yang frowned and said coldly.

"Report? Based on what you have said, will anyone listen? "

With that, the middle-aged man sneered, "Don't worry, there are no cameras here. No matter what happens later, no one else will know."

As he spoke, the sneer on the middle-aged man's face turned somewhat sinister, and he looked at Zhou Yang without any emotion.

"Brat, it's not easy for everyone. Please cooperate with us."

The sturdy man said with a smile as he came to Zhou Yang's side with a "confession".

"Cooperate with you to kill me? Are you stupid or do you think I'm stupid? "

Zhou Yang disdainfully looked at the man, laughed angrily, and said with a deep voice.

"If that's the case, then don't blame me."

Hearing that, the robust policeman's expression turned cold, and revealed a sinister smile, he walked to Zhou Yang with a step.

Hualala …

The sound of metal being touched by the iron chains resonated. The man grabbed Zhou Yang's wrist, wanting him to press a handprint on the paper.

"I've seen this kind of scene many times. You bunch of trash, it's not enough."

Zhou Yang sneered, and said disdainfully, as he looked indifferently at the robust police officer.

He thought about what kind of prison he had not been in and what kind of scenes he had not seen before.

With these two unpopular policemen in front of him, Zhou Yang really did not take them seriously.

At this moment, Zhou Yang was like a boulder, unmoving like a mountain. No matter how hard the man tried, he couldn't shake Zhou Yang the slightest bit.

"Zhang Meng, what are you still standing there for? It's over soon. Let's call it a day. "

Seeing Zhang Meng seemingly not doing anything, the middle-aged man frowned, and said coldly.

The robust police, who was also the man called Zhang Meng, felt a wave of bitterness in his heart after hearing this.

He didn't want to either, but the Zhou Yang in front of him was someone he couldn't even move an inch.

"Captain, this kid has a problem."

In the end, Zhang Meng took a step back and looked at Zhou Yang in shock.

"You have some skill, no wonder you are so fearless."

The middle-aged man noticed the problem and retrieved an electric baton from his waist before walking over with a sneer.

"However, I have seen many people like you. You are not the first one."

Shoo! Shoo!

The middle-aged man pressed the switch and the electric baton immediately released a series of crackling sounds. Electricity coiled around the electric baton.

"If you press on it, you'll be able to avoid some physical pain."

The middle-aged man approached step by step, as he looked at Zhou Yang with an ice-cold and heartless expression.

"You're playing with fire."

Looking at the man, Zhou Yang's expression also became cold.

He would rather provoke the King of Hell than a little imp.

In that case, it would be perfect for the two cops.

But who was Zhou Yang?

He was the god of death that everyone feared!

Looking at the middle-aged man's actions, Zhou Yang's killing intent surged. However, he hid it in the next second.

"Play with fire? "Your father is already very angry right now."

The middle-aged man's expression was extremely sinister as he stabbed the electric baton in his hand towards Zhou Yang's abdomen.

"Kid, enjoy yourself."

With a savage expression and dim light, the middle-aged man's ice-cold voice sounded.

"Did you enjoy it? I think another person should come! "

A cold light flashed in his eyes, the anger in Zhou Yang's heart started to surge.

Ka-cha! *

The sound of metal colliding rang out, and the chair that was tightly holding Zhou Yang suddenly broke apart.

At this time, Zhou Yang made a wrong move and snatched away the electric baton in the man's hand, thrusting it backwards into the man's back.

"AHH!"

In the next second, a hysterical scream could be heard. The middle-aged man let out a wail and fell to the ground.

"You dare to plot against me in front of me, you've really eaten the guts of a leopard!"

Coldly looking at the twitching middle-aged man on the ground, Zhou Yang once again aimed the electric baton at his body and fiercely pressed down.

Crack, crack, crack …

The sound of another electric current could be heard as the paralyzed middle-aged man's body began to twitch before finally fainting away.

"You … Don't come near me! "

Looking at Zhou Yang who was walking towards him, who looked like an angry lion, Zhang Meng panicked and continuously retreated.

What kind of rhythm was this?

Why is it different from usual?