Looking at Zhao Chen, whose face seemed to say "What can you do to me?", Xiao Feng chuckled softly, "Who told you I was a cop? Besides, if I really planned to deal with you, does being a cop matter that much?"
After speaking, Xiao Feng pointed at Liu Kexin and added, "Just like you knowing she's a cop, yet still daring to break the law, there are plenty of ways to handle you."
As he spoke, Xiao Feng slowly approached Zhao Chen, maintaining eye contact the entire time.
This was a psychological tactic, mainly because of the glass shard in Zhao Chen's hand, pressed tightly against Liu Kexin's neck. Even though Xiao Feng was confident in reacting in time, preventing Liu Kexin from being harmed.
But if he could rescue her without anyone getting hurt, why should he endure the suffering?
"Ever heard of one hundred and eight types of torture?" Xiao Feng smiled slightly, "If you haven't heard of them, it's okay. I'll tell you about a few classics, like Lingchi."
