Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

The prison guards felt a whirlwind pass by, chilling them to the bone.

But before they could see clearly, Wen Taikang and the Demon Emperor vanished one after the other in the prison corridor.

The guards gathered around, only to find Zhang Yao lying unconscious on the floor.

The entire prison corridor was severely damaged, with tiles shattered, walls cracked, and iron doors dented.

The scene looked as if it had been hit by a high-explosive bomb.

All the guards widened their eyes in disbelief, and the duty squad leader immediately reported to his superiors.

A few minutes later, a chubby man, wrapped in an overcoat, hurriedly rushed in.

The duty squad leader immediately reported to him, and the chubby man widened his watery eyes in shock.

"Immediately check all cells to see if any prisoners have escaped, review the surveillance footage to reconstruct the entire incident, and find out what happened."

Yang Fei, in the solitary cell, knew that trouble was coming his way but remained silent.

Sure enough, twenty minutes later, Yang Fei was brought to the interrogation room.

The person interrogating Yang Fei was the chubby man with heavy bags under his eyes.

He squinted and looked Yang Fei up and down, his face full of suspicion.

Yang Fei was pressed onto the interrogation chair, his hands and feet locked with iron cuffs, and a thousand-watt halogen lamp shone directly into his eyes.

Having just come out of the dark solitary cell, Yang Fei's eyes were a bit blurry.

He simply closed his eyes and rested quietly.

The chubby man's face darkened, and a guard behind him immediately shouted.

"Open your eyes, this is our leader, Director Dong."

Yang Fei squinted slightly, saying faintly, "I know nothing."

Director Dong was taken aback; he hadn't even started the interrogation, and this guy had already sealed his mouth.

A prisoner like this was someone he was encountering for the first time.

The guard wanted to scold him, but Director Dong gently shook his head, his tone very calm.

"Fang Zhao, the surveillance shows that Vice Captain Zhang Yao spoke to you before he fell unconscious."

"Then, he suffered an unidentifiable attack. Do you have anything to say?"

Yang Fei chuckled, "Isn't it normal for officers to inspect inmates?"

"As for him fainting, it has nothing to do with me."

Saying this, Yang Fei's voice carried a mocking tone.

"Don't forget, I was in solitary, unable to do anything."

Director Dong nodded, acknowledging Yang Fei's point.

He pondered for a moment, "What did Zhang Yao say to you?"

Yang Fei took a deep breath.

"He reprimanded me, told me to behave during his shift, and not to be mischievous."

"I argued back a bit, then he fainted."

Director Dong, seeing this guy talking freely, vaguely felt something was off but couldn't pinpoint it.

He just nodded.

Then, Director Dong asked again, "Surveillance shows that Old Baldy spoke to you afterward, what did you two talk about?"

Yang Fei feigned surprise, "No, how did you see Old Baldy?"

"How would he appear in solitary late at night?"

The guy wore a look of fear, "Could it be... you saw a ghost?"

The two guards behind Director Dong instinctively shrank back, feeling a chill down their spines.

Just now, when the Demon Emperor chased Wen Taikang, they only saw two faint, nearly transparent shadows.

Coupled with the gust of wind, it truly felt like encountering a ghost as in legends.

Upon hearing this, Director Dong couldn't help but sneer.

"We all know what's what, you'd better speak the truth."

Yang Fei made a sound of surprise, glancing at Director Dong.

"You do have some guts, but to be honest, you can't manage this kind of thing."

He lazily stretched, his face full of indolence.

"Knowing too much about certain things isn't good."

Yang Fei was speaking the truth, but it was extremely grating to Director Dong's ears.

He slapped the table in rage.

"Behave yourself, your current attitude and words will worsen your charges."

This made Yang Fei unhappy, rolling his eyes, "Whatever you say."

Director Dong was provoked by his attitude, standing up abruptly.

"Do you really think I can't deal with you?"

He sneered, "I have plenty of ways to handle stubborn people like you!"

Yang Fei simply closed his eyes.

But everyone could hear his disdainful mutter, "A bunch of idiots!"

While Yang Fei was being interrogated,

a grass-green military vehicle, escorted by three police cars, arrived at the detention center's entrance.

A tall man with a slight belly stepped out of the police car.

The man exuded an imposing aura, clearly someone used to commanding others.

But at this moment, his face was full of apprehension, and once off the car, he hurriedly ran toward the military vehicle.

The car door opened, and a spirited soldier got out.

He was probably in his fifties, standing straight with a vigorous spirit.

The man enthusiastically greeted the soldier, overly attentive, with a big smile on his face.

"Old Leader, this is the Sanhai City detention center, please don't go in, I'll go fetch the person."

The Old Leader snorted, sizing up the man.

"Ma Xianyong, since becoming the director, have you forgotten you're a soldier?"

"The task assigned to me by my superiors, can you complete it for me?"

Director of the Sanhai City Police Station, Ma Xianyong, was abruptly awakened in the middle of the night by an emergency phone call.

Only upon reaching the police station did he learn that a big figure had arrived, and Deputy Leader No. 2 of the Southeast Region A Military had been waiting for a long time.

This Number 2 leader happened to be Ma Xianyong's former regimental commander during his military days.

As a new recruit, he had no way of interacting with the commander, yet he knew the name.

Furthermore, over the years, the former commander had risen to become the head of A Military's command, renowned.

Ma Xianyong dared not delay.

However, the No. 2 leader gave Ma Xianyong no chance to curry favor.

He straightforwardly asked Ma Xianyong to take him to Sanhai City detention center to pick up a detainee.

Ma Xianyong found it incredible.

Why such an important figure would be involved with a small detention center's suspect?

Nonetheless, Ma Xianyong didn't dare ask more.

With a belly full of questions, he instructed the driver to take them to the Sanhai City detention center.

The No. 2 leader looked at Ma Xianyong indifferently.

"Open the door, don't ask further questions, and no leaking."

Ma Xianyong nodded, took out a phone, and made a call.

In the interrogation room, two police officers brought in a basin of water, with a thick towel soaking inside.

Yang Fei smiled when he saw it, "Just right, wash my face, go ahead."

Despite clear regulations prohibiting rough treatment of prisoners.

Such practices couldn't be stopped, as long as they didn't kill anyone, leaving no marks was acceptable.

Covering the nose and mouth with a wet towel, letting the suspect feel suffocation's pain, this method was effective, yet unlikely to leave traces of evidence.

Many guards liked using this method to deal with unruly prisoners.

At this moment, Director Dong's phone suddenly rang.

Upon answering, he was immediately startled, nodding and bowing repeatedly.

"Okay, okay, Director, I'll be right there."

Director Dong glared at Yang Fei viciously, sternly telling the two guards.

"You two continue, make sure to interrogate today's incident clearly."

With that, he turned and hurriedly left the interrogation room.