Chapter 33

“Yes!”
But just as everyone was struck with astonishment, Lin Feng did not utter a word of protest. Instead, he cupped his hands respectfully toward Chu Tianhe, then immediately turned around and knelt obediently to the side!
A collective gasp swept through the crowd at this scene.
What…what on earth was happening?
In that instant, all eyes were fixed on Lin Feng.
The entire Office of Public Order fell silent; even Chen Ming stared wide-eyed in disbelief at what was unfolding before him.
Lin Feng—he had actually knelt!
The shock was overwhelming.
No one at the Office of Public Order had ever witnessed a scene like this; some even doubted their senses, stammering, “Chief Lin…what…what are you doing…”
“Silence, all of you!”
Lin Feng’s shout commanded the entire room.

These men of the Office of Public Order had no idea who Chu Tianhe truly was, but Lin Feng knew perfectly well. At this moment, panic filled his heart. He was acutely aware that if Chu Tianhe wanted to destroy him, it would take no more than a flick of the finger.
Even if Chu Tianhe killed him here in front of everyone, the people from the War Department would hardly dare utter a word in protest.
The world only knew of Chu Tianhe’s fearsome reputation—like a judge from hell, bloodthirsty and ferocious. Yet they did not know that Chu Tianhe only slew those who deserved to die; not a single innocent soul had perished by his blade.
A cold sweat drenched Lin Feng as he knelt on the ground, swallowing nervously. Everyone in the Office of Public Order, including Lin Feng himself, could only stare in silence as Chu Tianhe tortured Chen Ming, not daring to utter a word.

Twenty minutes later, Chu Tianhe finally laid down his instruments of torture. By now, every device in the interrogation chamber had been used on Chen Ming.
“How do you feel, Chen Ming?”
Chu Tianhe stood before him, towering above, his gaze icy cold. In Chen Ming’s eyes now, Chu Tianhe was no longer human, but a demon born of hell itself.
“Y-you…don’t…don’t come any closer…”
Chen Ming’s breath was feeble; to have survived such an ordeal was not luck, but a testament to Chu Tianhe’s precise control.
“I’m giving you two choices,” Chu Tianhe said. “First, confess every crime you’ve committed, in full detail. Second, I’ll use every one of these instruments on you again.”

With those words, Chu Tianhe pulled over a chair and sat down beside Chen Ming. “I have nothing but time here in Jiangzhou. I can be very patient.”
Chen Ming’s face was as pale as death. He had long since been terrified out of his wits, his body betraying him in fear. He dared not hesitate any longer and confessed everything in painstaking detail.

“That little supermarket owner just now—it was me who killed him,” he stammered.
“And…that home burglary case before, I killed the family myself, just so the thief would be charged with murder and I could catch a major criminal, get a promotion.”
“And…during the robbery at Hualian Bank, those bank clerks—I killed them too.”
“My two deputies, they were involved as well.”
“I beg you—please, someone, anyone, let me out, let me out, I beg you…”
Chen Ming wailed, his voice choked with sobs, reduced to utter misery.
Meanwhile, outside the interrogation chamber, the officers stood frozen in shock, every face written with disbelief.