"So, Latimo, you're quite wealthy," Cheng Xiaofan said with a slight narrowing of his eyes and a smile. "This means you were involved in the gold theft case six years ago?"
In fact, the moment Cheng Xiaofan walked into the interrogation room, he had already identified Latimo as the mastermind of the gold heist.
Upon hearing this, Latimo trembled, his expression changed, and his smug demeanor vanished instantly. He glared ferociously at Cheng Xiaofan and said coldly, "Kid, you think a cigarette can get me to talk?"
"Let me tell you, not a chance."
Cheng Xiaofan maintained his smiling demeanor and spoke at length, "Latimo, don't deny it in front of me. If I'm not mistaken, you orchestrated the gold heist six years ago. A total of six people were involved in that crime. After stealing three thousand tons of gold, the quantity was too large to be processed domestically. You planned to wait for the heat to die down, smuggle it out of the country, and exchange it for US dollars. You temporarily buried the gold in the cemetery west of the city."
At this point, Cheng Xiaofan changed his tone. "Latimo, your nickname on the streets is 'Poison Scorpion,' right? As far as I know, to claim the gold for yourself, you later poisoned and killed your other five subordinates. How heartless!"
Hearing Cheng Xiaofan's words, a storm surged within Latimo. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, chilled to the bone. He couldn't comprehend how this person knew such top-secret information so clearly. Who was he facing today? Furthermore, what filled him with despair was that the exact location where the gold was buried had been exposed. All his efforts had been in vain.
But! Latimo could tell that the police did not yet have concrete evidence of his involvement in the gold heist, or they wouldn't have sent this young Chinese man to interrogate him. To save his own life, Latimo took a deep breath, forced himself to remain calm, and said, "Chinese kid, I don't know what nonsense you're spouting. I didn't understand a word you said!"
Cheng Xiaofan chuckled and said, "Latimo, I know you are inherently cunning. Getting a confession from you through normal interrogation procedures is impossible. Am I right?"
Latimo raised his chin arrogantly and said, "Are you planning to torture me for a confession?"
"Let me tell you, that won't work on me, Latimo!"
Cheng Xiaofan nodded and said, "I know that very well. The moment I saw you, I knew you were a martial cultivator. Otherwise, those more than a dozen SWAT officers escorting the gold back then wouldn't have ended up dead at your hands."
"Shut up!" Latimo shouted in exasperation. "Don't always try to manipulate the situation! The theft of three thousand tons of gold six years ago has absolutely nothing to do with me, Latimo!"
Cheng Xiaofan laughed heartily and said, "Whether it has anything to do with you or not will soon be clear. I know you've cultivated a body of iron and steel, so torture would indeed be ineffective against you. However—"
A sharp glint flashed in Cheng Xiaofan's eyes. "It's different when you're in my hands!"
*Slap!*
Cheng Xiaofan flicked his hand through the air, delivering an invisible slap. Latimo was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall with a thud. He was embedded in the wall, spread out like a starfish.
The prison warden and the head of the SWAT team outside, watching through the glass wall, were stunned. "Incredible! Master's palm strike is too powerful! He didn't even touch Latimo's face, and he sent him flying into the wall. Chinese Kung Fu is truly miraculous!"
Latimo was also terrified. He had no idea what had happened before Cheng Xiaofan slammed him into the wall. Even with his hardened body, his face began to swell visibly, and he spat out several bloody teeth.
At this moment, Cheng Xiaofan waved his hand, and a surge of dragon energy pulled Latimo off the wall and back to the ground.
"Latimo," Cheng Xiaofan said with a cold smile, "that didn't feel good, did it?"
Latimo's eyes turned sinister. "Kid, your methods are indeed different from other police officers. However, no matter how you torture me, you won't get what you want!"
A charming smile spread across Cheng Xiaofan's face. Seeing his smile, Latimo felt an inexplicable panic, and his legs began to tremble. The young Chinese man's smile was too mesmerizing, making it difficult to bear.
"Latimo, it seems you're a tough one!" Cheng Xiaofan's smile became even more brilliant. "But what does that matter?"
As he spoke, he lightly tapped the table in front of him. Instantly, cracks appeared all over the table. With a rumble, the table collapsed, turning into a pile of dust.
"Ah!" Latimo exclaimed involuntarily, instinctively stumbling back a few steps in fright. In his entire life, he had never seen anyone crush a table into dust with a mere tap. What would happen if that were directed at him?
"You… don't come near me," Latimo cried hoarsely. "I'm telling you, the gold theft six years ago had nothing to do with me! If you kill me, you'll go to jail too."
Cheng Xiaofan chuckled. "I won't kill you. Whether you live or die is none of my concern. My only task is to get a confession from you. Whether you confess or not is no longer up to you!"
*Whoosh!* *Whoosh!*
Cheng Xiaofan waved his hand, directly injecting two acupoint needles into Latimo's body.
"Owww—"
Immediately, Latimo let out a heart-wrenching scream and writhed on the ground. "What did you do to me?"
"God, it hurts so much!"
"I can't take it anymore!"
"Just let me die!"
"Stop torturing me!"
Latimo's limbs convulsed, and he rolled back and forth on the ground, his agony so extreme that anyone witnessing it would be terrified.
"Hahaha," the prison warden exclaimed, watching the scene through the glass wall. "Latimo has finally met his match!"
The head of the SWAT team, however, frowned and said, "Master won't kill him, will he? That would be a disaster!"