Believe Me, I'll Finish You Off!

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The interrogation room at the police station.

No matter how the two policemen questioned him, Shen Lang responded calmly, as if chatting casually.

He Guobing was stunned. He had never seen such audacity before and couldn't fathom who had given this kid such confidence. Arranging charges for this guy was absurdly easy.

"Shen Lang, did you just injure He Tao?" asked the tall police officer.

"Yeah, but I regret not hitting him harder. Should've broken his leg," Shen Lang shrugged.

He Guobing's face turned livid. He slammed the interrogation table in front of him furiously, "Kid, you want to die! Injuring my son and still daring to be so arrogant?"

Shen Lang chuckled, "Well, your son was asking for it. Don't worry, next time he runs into me, I'll make sure to break his leg."

With these words, silence fell over the interrogation room. Every policeman involuntarily gasped in shock.

They had seen arrogance before, but never like Shen Lang's.

He Guobing's face turned red with anger. "Alright, you son of a bitch, you won't know what hit you until you're in the coffin! Sign this confession right now, and if you try any tricks, I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"

After shouting, He Guobing threw a prepared confession in front of Shen Lang.

Shen Lang picked it up with interest, raised an eyebrow, and clicked his tongue. This guy was ruthless, listing all sorts of fabricated charges on the confession. These charges alone could ensure he'd rot in jail.

"Officer, you wield quite the authority, specially arranging so many charges for me. As a humble citizen, I'm truly honored. Is there no justice in this police station?" Shen Lang's eyes flashed with a hint of menace.

He Guobing roared, "Justice my ass! Here, I am the justice! Sign the damn paper now, or I'll break your leg first!"

He Guobing, in his forties, was a veteran officer with no notable achievements over the years except for bullying ordinary citizens. His position as the captain of the district public security squadron was merely a result of seniority. He was typically arrogant and rude, both in speech and action. And now, Shen Lang had hit his son, fueling He Guobing's rage to a new level, necessitating action against this kid.

"What if I don't sign?" Shen Lang's eyes narrowed.

He Guobing exploded with anger. Since taking this position, he had never encountered such a defiant scoundrel!

If he didn't teach this kid a lesson, would he think he's dealing with a pushover?

"If you don't sign, hmph, I'll show you the consequences of being arrogant!" He Guobing got up and walked towards Shen Lang.

Shen Lang sat behind the iron bars in the interrogation room, his left hand shackled to the railing, completely immobilized. In theory, there was no way he could resist.

He Guobing circled Shen Lang, raised his right leg, and viciously kicked Shen Lang's back.

"Thud!"

After a dull sound, Shen Lang was fine, but He Guobing involuntarily gasped. He felt like he had kicked a rock! The immense pain almost knocked He Guobing over.

He Guobing thought he had kicked too hard, thinking about how painful his leg was, imagining how the other guy must feel.

But seeing Shen Lang still sitting calmly, not knocked down by the kick, He Guobing became furious again. Usually, when he kicked scoundrels, one kick was enough to knock them down. This time, he had made a mistake, feeling embarrassed.

He Guobing rushed forward, grabbed Shen Lang's hair, and roared, "Kid, I'll make you cry before you see your coffin! Don't want to sign, huh? I'll show you the consequences!"

Shen Lang's mouth twitched. Initially, he thought things could be handled without much fanfare, but He Guobing had thoroughly provoked him.

"You guys, come here, beat him!" He Guobing shouted at two policemen on the side of the interrogation room.

The two sturdy policemen immediately stood up. They were He Guobing's men and had done this sort of thing before.

Opening the iron grille of the interrogation room, the two approached with ill intent. One bald policeman threatened fiercely, "Kid, I suggest you sign the confession quickly. It'll save you some trouble."

Shen Lang sighed. Without warning, he reached out his right hand and tapped the emblem on the bald policeman's cap, coldly saying, "Given you wear this emblem, do you live up to its significance?"

The tall policeman, named Liu Zhigang, saw Shen Lang tapping his cap emblem and his face immediately turned black.

Since putting on this police uniform, Liu Zhigang felt invincible. Apart from acting submissive in front of his superiors, ordinary people were usually fearful of him. How dare a punk like this be so arrogant?

Without a word, Liu Zhigang moved suddenly. He grabbed Shen Lang's wrist with one hand and pressed his shoulder with the other, intending to subdue Shen Lang single-handedly and show off his exceptional military skills.

Shen Lang's eyes narrowed, swiftly grabbing Liu Zhigang's arm and pulling hard.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking echoed.

"Ah!!!"

Liu Zhigang's face contorted instantly, emitting a scream akin to a banshee's cry. He held his broken arm and rolled on the ground in agony.

"You're asking for it!" The other policeman saw this and shouted angrily, swinging his fist at Shen Lang.

Shen Lang stood his ground, delivering a straight punch that landed squarely on the man's incoming fist.

The two fists collided. The police officer turned pale; Shen Lang's fist felt like a heavy iron hammer, instantly shattering his finger joints with a "crack" sound. His entire arm went limp, and he emitted a wretched scream.

Seeing the two policemen incapacitated, Shen Lang swiftly kicked out with two kicks. The policemen flew sideways, crashing into the wall of the interrogation room, unconscious.

He Guobing, witnessing Shen Lang's astonishing skills, was startled. He shouted sternly, "You... you dare assault police officers?"

"Assault? You're not even worthy of being called a cop," Shen Lang sneered coldly at He Guobing.

With a slight effort, Shen Lang twisted the handcuffs on his right hand, making a "clang" as they fell to the ground with a toss.

He Guobing felt a twinge of fear. Quickly drawing a Type 54 pistol from his waist, he aimed it at Shen Lang's head, threatening, "Don't... don't move, or I'll blow your head off!"

"I hate it when people point guns at me," Shen Lang's lips twitched slightly, exuding a chilling aura.

Kicking open the iron door of the interrogation room, Shen Lang walked towards He Guobing as if completely disregarding the gun in He Guobing's hand.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot!" He Guobing exclaimed in shock. This kid wasn't even afraid of a gun; he must be insane!

Shen Lang flashed forward, lightning-fast, and grabbed the Type 54 pistol from He Guobing's hand.

"What?" He Guobing hadn't reacted yet when Shen Lang snatched the gun away, leaving him trembling with fear.

Shen Lang tossed the pistol aside and immediately kicked He Guobing in the abdomen.

"Ah!"

He Guobing let out a sharp scream as his body flew far, his head hitting the wall, and he fainted instantly.

Easily taking down three men, Shen Lang glanced at the confession on the table, sighed helplessly. These tyrants probably often used such means to bully ordinary people.

Just as Shen Lang was about to leave, 

"Thud!"

The door of the interrogation room was suddenly pushed open.