Inside the interrogation room, Ye Xunhuan sat leisurely on that distinct chair, smoking a cigarette with a look of contentment on his face.
Lin Hu, on the other hand, knelt on the ground with a face full of suffocation, under the pressure of Ye Xunhuan's legs resting upon him.
Lin Hu, whose legs Ye Xunhuan had nonchalantly propped on his back, was filled with both fear and anger, but was also helpless.
Lin Hu, after all, was regarded as an important figure in the police station, yet now he was being humiliated by a criminal's legs resting on him, as he knelt there like a groveling dog.
If word of this got out, how would Lin Hu ever be able to hold his head up in the police station again?
He was unwilling to accept this and wanted to teach Ye Xunhuan a harsh lesson, but he was simply no match for him; Ye Xunhuan could defeat him with just a few punches and kicks.
He wanted to go out and call for others to deal with Ye Xunhuan, but Ye Xunhuan never gave him the opportunity.