The intense pain completely twisted the face muscles of the plump detective, his body curling up, convulsing violently, and then he fainted from the pain.
Next to him, another detective, seeing this, felt a chill between his legs, sweat breaking out all over, his heart hanging in his throat, holding his breath, and looking at Pan Jueming with terror, completely forgetting the pain of his broken hand.
"What about this one?"
Seeing the terrified look on the detective's face, Ye Fan asked, without a trace of mercy on his face.
"He didn't do much."
Pan Jueming said, without making a move.
"Let's go, find the mastermind."
Seeing that Pan Jueming had no intention of continuing, Ye Fan patted his shoulder.
Pan Jueming nodded and closely followed Ye Fan.
...
Two minutes later, Ye Fan, leading Pan Jueming, smoothly made their way downstairs and, under the watchful eyes of numerous policemen, headed towards the main building of the compound.