"You're not from Division Seven, are you? You must be a lackey for the Tang Family, right? Even regular cops wouldn't handle a case like you do!"
Qin Yu couldn't hold back any longer and burst out cursing.
He hadn't killed anyone, so why were they forcing him to confess?
Bang bang...
Han Bing's face turned cold, and without saying a word, he punched Qin Yu in the stomach twice more.
"Thump..."
Qin Yu couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed onto the floor.
"This is how we do things in Division Seven, so go ahead and report me!"
Han Bing flexed his wrist, pointed at Qin Yu, and shouted, "You're a murderer, and you think you have the right to talk!"
"I'm telling you again, I didn't kill Yang Kun. Even if you beat me to death, I'll keep saying that!"
Qin Yu's face turned red as he yelled.
"Looks like you won't shed tears until you see the coffin!"
Han Bing narrowed his eyes and lifted his foot, ready to kick Qin Yu in the dantian, preparing to cripple him.
"Knock knock..."