698: C698 Taste of Death

C698 Taste of Death

"No need to fight, Sir Lin, no need to fight, I will scram right now."

Zhang Dong jumped around while holding his P shares. He had an apologetic smile on his face as he walked towards the door.

They could guess that this was Lin Fann's trick, but the three experts were still stunned for a long while before they could react.

"What? You want to continue using torture to force a confession?"

Sweeping his eyes at the three dazed people, Lin Fann coldly snorted and said: "Don't think you can rely on your seniority. In front of me, you guys don't even have a single P."

"You … "You …"

Although he knew Lin Fann was acting, thinking of his disdain just now, the leading expert was so angry that he almost jumped up.

"Sir Lin, please don't misunderstand. How would we dare to use torture to force a confession?"

He quickly forced a smile, and the remaining two experts quickly pulled at the one that was about to make a move.

"Be careful, his identity is there. We can't afford to offend him."

"With just a word from their dad, we have to scram. Endure it."

The expert in the lead let out a cold harrumph after being pulled by the two of them. His stinky face no longer looked in their direction.

"They're all idiots. They just know to waste resources every day."

Lin Fann twitched his lips in disdain, then sat down on the chair opposite the suspect. At the same time, he crossed his legs on the table.

"You idiot suspect is the same as me. I'm very annoyed by what I've seen."

Unbuttoning his shirt, Lin Fann shouted at the suspect opposite him, "Look at your ass, scram out of my sight."

His voice was loud and echoed around the interrogation room.

The suspect, who had left the incandescent light, rose unconsciously from his chair and headed for the door.

Just as he walked halfway, he immediately reacted and his entire body went stiff.

He was exposed?

"There are many idiots who pretend to be deaf and mute these days. I have seen too many of them."

After putting out the cigarette in his hand, Lin Fann twitched his mouth and said, "Sit down, idiot classmate."

Taking a deep breath, the young man suppressed the anger in his heart and returned to his seat.

His eyes were no longer the same as before, they had regained the eyes of an ordinary person.

"How did you do it?"

Unable to restrain his curiosity, the youth asked, "I've been used to this technique for a long time. Once I enter a state, the outside world will not be able to disturb me."

"This move of yours is amazing, but you ignored a person's subconscious."

Standing up from the chair, Lin Fann walked to the young man's side and pressed his hand down on his neck: "When the taste of pain spreads throughout your heart, your condition will be broken, like this."

The hand that was placed on the young man's neck suddenly retracted, and his fingers quickly pressed down.

The speed was so quick that it only lasted for two seconds.

He only felt his body stiffen as his head fell onto the table.1

An unspeakable pain spread out from inside his body.

Ah … You to Me... what did you do...

His internal organs seemed to be on fire, and the pain from being cut by a knife caused his entire body to slump down to the ground.

"The taste of death will always break your posturing."

Five seconds later, Lin Fann patted the young man's neck: "Can you talk properly now?"

Yes, of course.

The youth had never felt that living was so wonderful.

The taste just now, the taste of death, let him experience what was pain.

"I say … "I'll say everything …"

He weakly looked at Lin Fann's indifferent eyes. After the youth died, he begged for mercy for the rest of his life: "Don't torture me, please don't torture me."

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