C32 I Have Seen This Scene Many Times

I've seen a lot of this.

Pah!

The sound of a metal door colliding could be heard. Zhou Yang was pushed into a small room.

"Behave yourself!"

A muscular Police pushed Zhou Yang to a chair made of steel. He pressed hard on the chair, wanting Zhou Yang to sit down.

But in the next second, his face turned red, and he looked at Zhou Yang in surprise.

At this moment, the man felt as if he was pressing on a rock weighing thousands of kilograms. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the man.

"I am not a criminal."

Zhou Yang grinned and looked at the man.

After that, he slowly sat down.

Crack!

Seeing this, the man took advantage of the opportunity to lock Zhou Yang onto the chair, making him unable to move.

"Hmph, this is not up to you."

Looking at Zhou Yang, the man laughed coldly.

"You even dare to hit Director's young master? Do you think you can walk out of this place alive today?"

"So you are saying that you are going to use your own torture?"

Zhou Yang smiled indifferently and asked.

"Looks like you, Kid, are also a sensible person."

The man sneered. At this time, the door of the room was opened again, and another man in police uniform walked in.

"Pa!"

He came to a table and threw the pen and paper in his hand onto the table.

"Damn it, you still want me to work overtime at this time, damn dog."

The middle-aged man glared at Zhou Yang and said impatiently.

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

The sturdy Police came to the middle-aged man's side and said.

"How dare you hit Zhao Hai? Kid, you really have a lot of guts."

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes and looked at Zhou Yang. After that, he retracted his gaze and laughed out loud, then he spoke in a deep voice.

"What's your name?"

The middle-aged man didn't waste any time and asked directly.

"Zhou Yang."

Zhou Yang still had a casual expression on his face, as if the current scene was nothing to him.

After that, the middle-aged man asked a few more questions, then he gave Zhou Yang a second glance.

"Why did you hit Zhao Hai?"

"It was Zhao Hai who provoked us first. I was just defending myself. Many people saw this at that time. "

Zhou Yang shrugged and said innocently.

"Humph, you were the one who led Zhao Hai and the others to attack. Zhao Hai and the others fought back in self-defense, but you knocked them down."

The middle-aged man wrote down the record as he spoke.

"Speak, is that so?"

After saying that, the pen in the man's hand stopped, and he looked coldly at Zhou Yang.

"You want to use perjury?"

Seeing this, Zhou Yang sneered and said indifferently.

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

The middle-aged man handed the paper to the burly Police and gave him a look.

The muscular Police understood what he meant. He stood up with the paper in his hand and walked towards Zhou Yang.

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

Looking at the burly Police walking towards them, Zhou Yang's brow slightly wrinkled and said coldly.

"Report? With just you, will anyone listen to what you say?"

After saying that, the middle-aged man sneered. "Don't worry, there are no cameras here. No matter what happens later, no fourth person will know."

As he spoke, the smile on the middle-aged man's face became somewhat ferocious. He looked at Zhou Yang without any emotion.

"Kid, it's not easy for everyone. You just need to cooperate with our work."

The burly man took the "confession" and came to Zhou Yang's side. He said with a smile.

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

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

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

The burly Police's expression turned cold when he heard this. He revealed a ferocious smile and took a step forward, arriving in front of Zhou Yang.

Hualala...

The sound of iron chains touching metal rang out. The man grabbed Zhou Yang's wrist, and wanted him to press a hand seal on the paper.

"I have seen this kind of scene many times. You bunch of trash are still not enough."

Looking indifferently at the sturdy Police, Zhou Yang sneered and said with disdain.

He thought about what kind of prison he had never been to, and what kind of scene he had never seen before.

With these two useless Police in front of him, Zhou Yang really didn't take them seriously.

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

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

Seeing that Zhang Meng didn't seem to have done anything, the middle-aged man frowned and said coldly.

The burly Police, who was also called Zhang Meng, felt a wave of bitterness in his heart when he heard this.

He didn't want to, but the Zhou Yang in front of him, he couldn't let him move at all.

"Captain, there's something wrong with this Kid."

Finally, Zhang Meng took a step back and looked at Zhou Yang in shock.

"He has some skills. No wonder he's so fearless."

The middle-aged man also noticed the problem. He took out an electric rod from his waist and walked over with a cold smile.

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

Riiip...

The middle-aged man pressed the switch. The electric rod immediately produced a crackling sound. The surface of the electric rod was covered with lightning.

"Just press it. It can save you from some physical pain."

The middle-aged man approached step by step, and his eyes were filled with coldness and ruthlessness as he looked at Zhou Yang.

"You are playing with fire."

Zhou Yang's expression turned cold as he looked at the man.

He would rather offend the King of Hell than the little ghosts.

If that was the case, it would be perfect for these two Police.

But who was Zhou Yang?

He was the god of death that terrified the world!

Looking at the middle-aged man's actions, a trace of killing intent surged in Zhou Yang's heart. But in the next second, it was hidden by him.

"Playing with fire? I am very annoyed right now."

The middle-aged man's face was full of ferociousness. The electric rod in his hand fiercely stabbed towards Zhou Yang's abdomen.

"Kid, enjoy it."

The middle-aged man's cold voice was heard with a ferocious face and a dim light.

"Enjoy it? I think we should get someone else to do it!"

A cold light flashed in Zhou Yang's eyes. At this moment, the fury in his heart had already surged out.

Crack!

The sound of metal colliding was heard. The chair that had firmly locked Zhou Yang was now broken.

At this moment, Zhou Yang shifted his position. He grabbed the electric rod from the man's hand and stabbed it into the man's back.

Ah!

The next second, a hysterical scream was heard. The middle-aged man wailed and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

"How dare you plot against me in front of me? You have really eaten the guts of a leopard!"

Zhou Yang coldly looked at the middle-aged man who was twitching on the ground. He aimed the electric rod at the middle-aged man's body once again and fiercely pressed down.

Crackle...

The sound of another electric current rang out. The middle-aged man, who had collapsed on the ground, convulsed for a while before finally fainting.

"You... Don't come over!"

Looking at Zhou Yang who was walking towards him like an angry lion, Zhang Meng could not help but panic and retreat.

What kind of rhythm was this?

Why was it different from usual?