The Strongest Urban Son-in-law-Chapter 727 - 745 Various Means [Four Updates]

Youcheng Chiyoda screamed in agony before shouting loudly, "Damn it, I already said I submit! Why are you still spraying pepper spray at me? What’s your deal?"

The Prison Chief chuckled, "Boy, do you know why I sprayed you again?"

Youcheng Chiyoda cursed, "No, I don’t know, and I don’t care!"

"Good! Since you don’t know, I’ll tell you. Open your eyes, and I’ll make it clear to you!" the Prison Chief said.

However, it was obvious that Youcheng Chiyoda was a bit slow and he slowly opened his eyes again.

"Puff puff~~"

"Ah~~~" Just as Youcheng Chiyoda had opened his eyes, the Prison Chief quickly sprayed pepper spray into his eyes, causing Youcheng Chiyoda to scream in pain.

The Prison Chief said coldly, "Stop swearing in front of me. Swearing is the reason I spray you, got it?"

Youcheng Chiyoda responded pitifully, "I understand..."

"It seems you’ve submitted. Open your eyes; let’s talk nicely. No more swearing, understand?" the Prison Chief said. Helplessly, Youcheng Chiyoda nodded and slowly opened his eyes again.

"Puff puff~~~"

"Ah~~~" But as soon as Youcheng Chiyoda opened his eyes, the Prison Chief sprayed pepper spray into his eyes again, causing Youcheng Chiyoda to scream loudly.

Ye Feng, witnessing this scene, was speechless. Youcheng Chiyoda really was a bit slow; the Prison Chief had used the same tactic twice already, but Youcheng Chiyoda still fell for it and opened his eyes.

"Fuck you, you sprayed me again. Just you wait!" Youcheng Chiyoda roared angrily.

The Prison Chief shouted, "Kid, you really are stubborn, aren’t you? Not admitting your faults? Let me tell you, if you don’t confess today that you aided Ye Feng in murder, I’ll keep spraying you with pepper spray until you do!"

"Puff puff~~~puff puff~~~" The pepper spray continued to hit Youcheng Chiyoda’s eyes.

Youcheng Chiyoda screamed in agony, feeling utterly wronged.

Yet, Youcheng Chiyoda still didn’t admit anything.

Finally, Youcheng Chiyoda painfully passed out. Even though Youcheng Chiyoda had fainted, he still didn’t admit anything, which caused the Prison Chief to furrow his brow, having used up the last bottle of pepper spray. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"Damn it, I’ll deal with you later!" The Prison Chief said coldly as he looked at the unconscious Youcheng Chiyoda.

Then, the Prison Chief turned to Ye Feng and walked over to him.

"Bastard! I’m asking you, did you deceive Miyagi Ryotan and intentionally kill him?" the Prison Chief asked, staring at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng stared coldly at the Prison Chief without saying a word, utterly unwilling to waste his breath on someone like him.

Seeing that Ye Feng wasn’t speaking, the Prison Chief suddenly became furious and shouted loudly, "You little bastard, are you deaf? I’m talking to you; say something in return!"

Despite this, Ye Feng remained silent, his eyes revealing an indifference as he coldly watched the Prison Chief.

The Prison Chief and Ye Feng locked eyes, and suddenly, inexplicably, a chilling, unsettling feeling rose from the bottom of his heart, and he actually felt a trace of fear towards Ye Feng.

For some reason, in the Prison Chief’s heart, Ye Feng’s gaze then seemed like the disdain of a celestial being, as if he were a weak ant that could be squashed to death at any moment.

This made the Prison Chief feel extremely angry, he, a distinguished Half-step Legendary and the Eighth Layer Heaven Grandmaster, was actually being looked down upon by a mere initial stage Innate.

"Damn bastard, I told you to talk back, didn’t you hear?" the Prison Chief roared loudly.

Yet, Ye Feng remained silent, his face indifferent as he looked at the Prison Chief, causing the Prison Chief to panic completely, unable to describe his own inner turmoil.

The Prison Chief furiously declared, "You just wait!"

As his words fell, the Prison Chief turned and left, quickly returning with a set of tools.

The Prison Chief then hung Ye Feng upside down, positioning Ye Feng’s head towards the ground.

Next, the Prison Chief brought a bucket of gasoline and forcefully submerged Ye Feng’s head into it.

"Damn wretch, you think you can’t be dealt with just because there’s no chili water? How naive!"

the Prison Chief said as Ye Feng’s head was soaked in the gasoline bucket.

"If you’re willing to admit it, just nod your head and I’ll let you out!" the Prison Chief said.

However, Ye Feng still said nothing, his heart filled with immense anger. He, the War God of the Dragon Country, had it not been for wanting his strength to recover to its peak sooner, a mere Half-step Legendary would not stand a chance against him, Ye Feng could easily slay hundreds.

Within Ye Feng, a raging fire was suppressed, waiting for the moment his strength recovered to unleash it.

Seeing Ye Feng motionless, the Prison Chief wasn’t panicked, he simply watched Ye Feng.

Soon, twenty minutes passed, and the Prison Chief commanded, "Pull him up and see, don’t kill him. If we kill an Innate Realm martial artist without a confession, the seniors will hold us accountable!"

His subordinate nodded and then lifted Ye Feng’s head out of the gasoline bucket.

The moment Ye Feng’s head was free from the bucket, the Prison Chief and Ye Feng locked eyes again.

Ye Feng hadn’t suffocated at all but was alive and well. After all, Ye Feng was once a Divine Realm martial artist under Zeng Jing; although his combat ability was no longer at Divine Realm, his physique could compare to one, naturally, his lung capacity too.

It’s not to mention holding his breath in a gasoline bucket for merely twenty minutes, even five or six hours would be easy for Ye Feng.

At this moment, Ye Feng had already marked the Prison Chief as a man who must be killed, meeting his icy gaze.

This made the Prison Chief feel an indescribable fear. Ye Feng’s eyes seemed to release endless sharp swords, piercing through him, making the Prison Chief break out in a cold sweat yet also feeling extremely upset inside.

He was once again frightened by Ye Feng’s gaze, making the Prison Chief feel utterly humiliated.

"Motherfucker, what kind of look is that? I think you won’t cry until you see the coffin!" the Prison Chief yelled at Ye Feng loudly...