As soon as this person came in, Ye Shaofeng felt a pressure. This pressure came from the sense of crisis for his own safety. This person's strong aura made Ye Shaofeng a little overwhelmed.
Immediately afterwards, his pulse began to beat faster, and a fighting spirit in his body began to roll continuously, and a protective net was immediately formed.
Once this happens, the person Ye Shaofeng faces also has fighting spirit or true energy.
Moreover, through Ye Shaofeng's psychological induction, he clearly felt that this person was at a much higher level than him. If he followed the crowd to fight against him, it would most likely be an egg against a stone.
"You've sensed it, right? I'm a cultivator, and my level is definitely above yours. It's not even a star and a half higher. If you fight me, you won't have any advantage. I can take your life at any time now. , However, the higher-ups have ordered that you die in a reasonable and legal way, and that your death is justifiable. If you die in my hands without any reason, things will probably be even more troublesome in the future.
Therefore, we don’t want to cause trouble, and you don’t want to cause trouble, so just sign here happily. Once you sign, you will be a death row prisoner. If you die, we will protect your family and your brothers. But, if you If you want to cause trouble to us, your family and your brothers will also die.
Whether you die alone or all of you, you decide. By the way, my time is limited and I don’t want to waste energy with you. I give you five minutes. If you don’t sign, I will sentence you.”
said the purple-faced policeman.
Ye Shaofeng felt nervous, but he couldn't just admit defeat. In Ye Shaofeng's dictionary, the word surrender had never been mentioned. Even if the enemy in front of him was strong, even if he would be shattered into pieces if he fought, he would still give it a try. try.
Damn it, why the fuck are you still calling me a man if you're afraid of death?
Ye Shaofeng was still sitting in his seat, with his legs crossed, still in the same posture as when he was teasing the little policewoman, he said with a smile: "Brother, do you have any cigarettes?"
"No," said the purple-faced policeman.
"In your eyes, I am a person who is about to die. People who went to the execution ground in ancient times were given wine to drink with their heads cut off. Now I don't even have a cigarette to smoke. You are too inhumane. Give it to me quickly. Light a cigarette," Ye Shaofeng said.
"But I don't have a cigarette, I don't smoke," the purple-faced policeman said.
"If you don't have cigarettes, go out and get them for me. You have no sincerity at all. How can I believe what you just said? If I die, you still kill my family and my brother. What will you do to me?" If so," Ye Shaofeng said.
The purple-faced policeman had no choice but to think that this man was quite difficult to take care of, and he wanted to smoke even when he was about to die.
Then he stood up and opened the door.
As soon as the door opened a crack, Ye Shaofeng suddenly jumped up, picked up the chair he was sitting on, and smashed it on the head of the purple-faced policeman.
Ye Shaofeng used his instant strength, and it was mixed with powerful aggressive fighting spirit. With this powerful blow, there was a "clang" sound, and the chair hit the purple-faced policeman on the head, and he was smashed to pieces.
Of course, it was the chair that was smashed, but the purple-faced policeman didn't do anything.
Ye Shaofeng's blow just now seemed to have hit a rock.
"How could this happen?" was the first thought that appeared in Ye Shaofeng's mind at that time.
For so many years, whenever Ye Shaofeng took the initiative to attack, especially such a sudden attack, he had never failed, but today, he actually failed.
After one move, the purple-faced policeman had no reaction at all. On the contrary, Ye Shaofeng's hand was so shaken that it became numb.
Ye Shaofeng took two steps back cautiously. According to the usual practice, if your attack fails, the other party will definitely fight back.
In order to prevent the other party from hurting others, Ye Shaofeng kept a certain distance.
The purple-faced policeman closed and locked the door again, and looked at Ye Shaofeng with a ferocious smile, as if he were looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"Young man, you are young, but you are quite good at deceiving others. I originally planned to buy you a cigarette, but now it seems that you don't need it at all."
With that said, the purple-faced man walked back to his seat and sat down, crossed his legs, and then said: "I guess you already understand who I am. Yes, it was Ye Shaoqiang who asked me to deal with you. However, we want you to die a legitimate death rather than a sudden death. If you die suddenly, your people will definitely make a fuss, which will cause us more trouble.
As I said just now, we don't want to cause trouble, but looking at you, it seems that you want to complicate this simple problem. It doesn't matter if you make it complicated. Don't you want to suffer a little? It seems that you haven't suffered anything real in these years. If you have suffered a lot, then I will teach you a lesson today,"
As he spoke, the purple-faced man suddenly raised his hand, and a stream of turbid gas was pinched in his palm.
This gas got bigger and bigger. When it reached a certain level, he suddenly stood up and rushed towards Ye Shaofeng crazily.
This speed was simply too fast. Even though Ye Shaofeng had clearly seen the opponent's charging route and knew where the opponent would attack, he didn't have time to dodge. He only took half a step back, and the opponent's fist hit him. It had hit Ye Shaofeng violently on the chest.
This move was powerful and heavy. When the black turbid gas and Ye Shaofeng's golden fighting spirit tried to collide, the fighting spirit was completely shattered. It seemed that in front of this powerful turbid true energy, Ye Shaofeng's fighting spirit was fragile and vulnerable. of.
With one fist, Ye Shaofeng flew away. Ye Shaofeng's body seemed to be ejected by a powerful slingshot. He was suddenly mounted on the wall, and then fell to the ground.
Ye Shaofeng couldn't get scared and felt as if all the bones in his body had been beaten to pieces.
He reluctantly allowed his body to regain calm, endured the pain, and insisted on standing up.
At this time, the purple-faced policeman also walked up to him and kicked Ye Shaofeng in the ribs. It was also an attack with real energy, and Ye Shaofeng was unable to parry the blow.
"Young man, you can't do it. I thought you were quite powerful. Why, you can't get up after just two moves. We still have sixteen moves left in our Eighteen Anti-Dragon Styles. These are the two most basic moves. You have been beaten like this. It seems that if I continue to beat you, your life will really be in danger. I advise you to sign obediently. You will suffer less and you can make a good adjustment in prison. Maybe Ye Shaoqiang will be merciful and leave you a way to survive, but just let you be imprisoned for life. In this way, wouldn't you and your family and brothers be happy together..."