chapter 12 Torture to extract confessions ===

At 6:30 in the evening, Corentin finally finished work and felt hungry. He changed out of his security guard uniform and headed to a pedestrian street behind Soaring Building to buy some food. However, as he was about to make his purchase, he noticed eight men approaching, each wielding a stick, their fierce eyes fixed on him.
Just as Corentin had finished work and entered the pedestrian street, eight thugs suddenly appeared. It seemed like they had been waiting for him.
The eight men brandished their sticks and approached Corentin. One of them, a man with a scar on his face, sneered, "You must be Corentin. Today, our brothers are going to teach you a lesson. It's your own fault for offending the wrong people."
Corentin asked, "Did Brant send you to beat me up?"
He hadn't offended anyone recently, except for Brant today. Corentin could only think of him.
The scar-faced man didn't hide it. "You understand. If you kneel down now and kowtow a few times, begging for mercy from Brant, maybe we'll just give you a beating and not break your arms and legs."
Corentin chuckled, "Brant is really shameless, asking me, his grandpa, to call him grandpa. Isn't he afraid of divine retribution?"
"Kid, since you're so tired of living, don't blame me," the scar-faced man's face burned with anger as he shouted, "Guys, beat him to death!"
The scar-faced man swung his stick first, and the other seven men rushed forward in a frenzy. The eight sticks came crashing down one after another, but Corentin remained motionless. The scar-faced man sneered, thinking that the kid must have been scared silly.
Just as the sticks were about to strike Corentin's head, the scar-faced man's smile froze. Corentin, who was just within reach, had disappeared! A gust of wind brushed against his cheek, and he felt a presence in front of him. His pupils contracted, and an unprecedented fear gripped his heart. It turned out that he was that fool.
Before the scar-faced man could even scream, he was struck hard in the stomach and flew backward. Then, one after another, the figures of the other men were sent flying through the air, crashing heavily to the ground. They let out cries of pain, their faces twisted in terror.
Was he still human? The eight men looked at the ghostly figure that appeared before them. They hadn't even seen his face clearly, let alone witnessed his actions, yet they had all been struck hard. It was terrifying.
Their faces contorted in pain, their organs in turmoil from the punch to their stomachs. They groaned in agony, cursing their own misfortune. How could they have picked on a mere security guard and ended up kicking an iron plate?
He was just a small security guard. How could he be so powerful? His skills seemed capable of decapitating generals in an army of millions. He was truly invincible. The scar-faced man felt overwhelming fear and had no intention of resisting.
Corentin's figure appeared before him, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Tell me, where is Brant?"
Through intuition, Corentin felt that Brant must be nearby.
The scar-faced man didn't dare to hide anything. The strength of the person before him terrified him. He pointed tremblingly to a nearby alley and said, "He's over there."
Brant was hiding in a secluded alley within the territory of Soaring Building. Naturally, he couldn't personally deal with Corentin, so he had called the eight thugs outside. However, the scene just now had left him trembling with fear. How could this poor security guard be so powerful, like a hero from a martial arts film?
But when he saw the scar-faced man pointing at him, Brant felt a sense of unease and immediately started running—
"Where do you think you're going?" a calm voice sounded in his ear. His footsteps seemed to falter, and he stopped in his tracks. He turned around and saw that Corentin had somehow appeared behind him.
How could he be so fast? Brant looked at Corentin, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and almost fainted from the shock. After a while, he managed to force a smile and said, "Corentin, what a coincidence, you're here too. I was just going to the restroom."
Corentin asked with a smile, "Really?"
But that smile, as gentle as a spring breeze, sent a chill down Brant's spine. He cursed in his heart, "Damn it, how dare you? I'll show you later. So what if you can fight? Let's see if you dare to fight the police!"
Brant naturally didn't dare to confront Corentin head-on now. He didn't want to get beaten up. He smiled and said, "Yeah, I really need to use the restroom. I can't hold it anymore. I have to go."
"You don't seem like you're in a hurry," Corentin remarked knowingly. "Let me help you."
Help me? Brant cursed inwardly. You idiot, what help can you provide?
At that moment, a sudden change occurred. Brant suddenly felt a wave of intense pain in his stomach, as if it was churning violently. This time, he really couldn't hold it anymore. He started running, not even having the time to dwell on what Corentin had just said.
That needle I just used will keep you in the restroom for a whole day, Corentin thought wickedly as he watched Brant run faster than a dog. The silver needle in his hand gleamed brightly.
Just then, a police car appeared at the entrance of the pedestrian street. Four auxiliary police officers quickly got out of the car and approached the eight injured delinquents on the ground. Frowning, they shouted, "Who was responsible for the assault here?"
The onlookers, who had already taken refuge in nearby shops, pointed towards Corentin not far away. "It was them who started the fight!"
Corentin walked over confidently. "Officer, they attacked me first. I was acting in self-defense."
The leader of the auxiliary police, a chubby man, scolded, "I don't care about your self-defense. Come with me to the police station."
Corentin quickly understood that even these auxiliary police officers were in cahoots with Brant. No wonder he had been so fearless earlier. Corentin knew that he could fight against thugs and ruffians, but he couldn't fight against auxiliary police officers. As someone with a military background, he would never engage in illegal activities.
The chubby auxiliary police officer immediately handcuffed Corentin and shoved him into the police car. They quickly arrived at a police station that was close to Soaring Building.
Corentin was taken directly into an interrogation room, and the chubby officer walked in with a cold smile. "Man, you can really fight. You took down all eight members of the Little Knife Gang in one turn."
"Do you know they are members of the underworld? Why did you arrest me?" Corentin furrowed his brow.
The chubby officer chuckled. "You injured someone, so you have to bear legal responsibility."
Corentin sneered. "What kind of nonsense is that? So, if I get beaten up by eight people and don't fight back, it's not illegal?"
The chubby officer laughed heartily. "Oh, so you're not stupid. You could have just not fought back, but you had to make me deal with you."
"You're so fearless. Aren't you afraid that I'll report you once I get out?"
"Let's see if you can get out first!"
Brant indeed had a powerful background. Even the auxiliary police officers at the police station obeyed his orders. Corentin had to consider how to get out of this situation.
"Kid, just admit to the charge of intentional injury, so I don't have to get physical with you," the chubby officer clenched his fist and threatened.