Jin Biao Has Always Been Stubborn, I Just Won't Confess

Prison.

"Wronged! I'm wronged!"

Weak cries of injustice echoed through the prison.

Experienced officers had long since mastered the art of turning a deaf ear, but for the newly appointed Lin Fan, their cries meant they weren't convinced, and if they weren't convinced, there was a problem.

"Quiet, all of you, quiet down! Save your energy. I'm the new officer, Lin Fan. If you've been wronged, I'll reopen your cases. Anyone who doesn't get their case reopened is a son of a bitch."

A flurry of action, fierce as a tiger.

And surprisingly, it worked remarkably well.

The prison fell silent instantly.

Lin Fan, standing at the door of the interrogation room, nodded with satisfaction. He wasn't very trusting of the Security Bureau; there were likely many wrongful and mistaken convictions.

His goal in joining the Security Bureau was clear.

Progress, progress, and damn it, more progress.

To progress, he had to solve cases.

These cases where people cried injustice were exactly the path to his progress.

Returning to the interrogation room, Jin Biao and others were bound to chairs, lined up in an orderly fashion. The interrogators were using torture, but with little effect.

Jin Biao and the others only knew how to beg for mercy, refusing to admit to anything else.

Lin Fan looked at Yang Ming. "Are all the punishments here?"

"Yes, Brother Lin. These are all the punishments our Security Bureau has. No ordinary citizen can withstand this set of methods. But these guys are old hands; they're used to it and it's hard to get them to talk," Yang Ming said gravely.

"What's the point if ordinary citizens can't withstand it? We need these heinous criminals to break," Lin Fan said helplessly.

"That's true."

Yang Ming pondered it. Brother Lin made sense.

Bound and suffering from blows to the soles of his feet with a wooden rod, Jin Biao appeared to be in great pain. However, as time passed, his heart gradually calmed, and he felt no panic.

He had been truly panicked at first.

Mainly because he knew who had arrested him; it wasn't an ordinary person, but the very capable Master Lin.

But it was different now. You might be capable, but you're an officer now. You can't just beat me to death in prison, can you? As long as I stick to my story and refuse to admit to anything from the past, at most I'll get some caning.

He believed Fourth Master would come to save him.

Fourth Master was a man who cared deeply about his reputation.

He absolutely wouldn't allow his subordinate to be locked up in the Security Bureau.

Lin Fan found paper and a brush and sat at a broken table, engrossed in writing and drawing. Yang Ming stood behind him curiously, watching. When he came to accompany Lin Fan in the interrogation, the captain had specifically instructed him.

"Keep an eye on things. If anyone tries to use connections to get them out, or tries to pressure Lin Fan with their authority, come notify me immediately. We absolutely cannot let him face such a situation during his first case and have his convictions crumble."

Yang Ming understood this all too well.

Too many officers had started with righteous intentions, wanting to do good deeds, but ultimately were defeated by reality.

Swish!

Lin Fan handed the drawing to Yang Ming. "Have someone make some of these according to this design."

Yang Ming looked at the blueprint and frowned. He didn't understand it, but that didn't stop him from having someone make it according to the drawing.

Lin Fan stood up and walked to Jin Biao. "You've got a tough mouth, haven't you?"

Jin Biao feigned grievance. "Master Lin, Lord Lin, I've made mistakes, but they don't warrant death, do they? I only extorted and blackmailed. At most, I'd get beaten. But now you're forcing me to confess to past wrongdoings. What past wrongdoings could I have? I was a model citizen before."

A model citizen?

Good, good, good.

Soon, someone brought the torture device he had requested.

Clearly, the Security Bureau had many skilled craftsmen.

He was making a Tiger Bench.

It was a bench with a wooden board erected at one end. The board had a semi-circular groove, which would secure the prisoner's knees. Then, bricks would be continuously placed under the prisoner's feet.

As the number of bricks increased, the prisoner's legs would be gradually raised, stretching the ligaments at the knees to their limit. The pain...

He didn't know, he hadn't tried it.

He'd only seen it in TV dramas, but watching prisoners writhe in agony and confess to everything their ancestors had done, he figured it must be quite effective.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?"

Jin Biao panicked. He hadn't seen this torture device before, but his self-preservation instincts screamed at him: Warning! Warning! Danger! If you encounter a dangerous torture device, please confess truthfully as soon as possible, or you will suffer.

"Jin Biao, I advise you to confess truthfully, or you'll regret it deeply," Lin Fan said.

"Lord Lin, I truly have nothing to confess."

Jin Biao remained stubborn. Ask me, and I'll say no. Go ahead and torture me if you dare.

I, Jin Biao, was born with a tough mouth.

Lin Fan picked up a brick and placed it under Jin Biao's feet. Jin Biao felt nothing and wondered what was happening. However, as more bricks were added, and upon reaching the third one, Jin Biao realized something was wrong.

"Pain, so much pain."

Lin Fan picked up another brick and looked at Jin Biao, saying, "You'd better confess now. When I add this brick, your knee will be severely damaged, and you might even become crippled."

At this moment, Jin Biao was in great pain, his face pale, sweat pouring down his body. His mind and will had suffered a tremendous shock.

"I'm Fourth Master's man."

Jin Biao cried out in agony, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Lin Fan. He hadn't expected the other party to be serious. He had thought that by doing this, the other party might be trying to get Fourth Master to send him money.

After all, he had experienced such situations before. A new official always makes a show of power. They arrest you not to genuinely harm you, but to make the person behind you understand the situation and quickly send what they should.

So, that's what he had thought.

But looking at the current situation, it was clearly not the case.

The other thugs, who were tied to their chairs, watched with trembling hearts. The torture wasn't being inflicted on them, but seeing Jin Biao in such pain had already shattered their courage.

Just as Lin Fan was about to add the fourth brick.

A voice came from the entrance of the prison.

"Master Lin, I am Peng Chang. I've been sent by Master Qin Four to deliver an invitation to you, Master Lin," said Peng Chang, dressed in a long gown, walking over with a smile.

Lin Fan turned his head and looked at the other person with displeasure.

This is a restricted area, and outsiders can just come and go as they please. How much money did you guys take from them to treat this place like your backyard?

"An invitation?" Lin Fan smiled, feigning confusion.

Peng Chang respectfully said, "Our Fourth Master has long admired you, Master Lin. Upon hearing that Master Lin has joined the Security Bureau, he specially came to deliver this invitation, inviting Master Lin to gather at Xianwei Tower tonight."

He said this, completely ignoring Yang Ming.

The meaning was clear.

Yes, it was to corrupt the newly joined Lin Fan of the Security Bureau right in front of him.

"Oh, a banquet? Alright, no problem, I'll be there on time." Lin Fan also wanted to meet this Qin Si. The group in front of him were at most small fry; Qin Si was the real big shot.

Peng Chang's smile widened. He hadn't expected it to go so smoothly.

However, upon seeing the pained Jin Biao, he curiously asked, "Master Lin, what is this?"

Lin Fan smiled and said, "This fellow is Jin Biao. He was extorting and blackmailing people in the marketplace, and I brought him back. I'm interrogating him now, making him confess to his past crimes."

"Hiss~" Peng Chang observed for a moment and said, "Master Lin, this person doesn't seem like someone who commits evil deeds. Perhaps this extortion was due to circumstances. I think he's a good citizen."

"Good citizen my ass. One brick will tell you if he's good or not."

With that, he placed the fourth brick on top.

Seeing the arrival of Fourth Master's man, Jin Biao's hope surged, and he completely disregarded the situation. However, before he could rejoice for long, he was struck as if by lightning, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Confess, I'm asking you to confess!" Lin Fan roared.

Feeling his legs about to split and his mental will about to collapse, Jin Biao, with a tearful voice, cried out in pain, "I confess, I confess..."

Lin Fan removed the fourth brick and looked at the bewildered Peng Chang, smiling, "I've made you witness something unpleasant. Interrogation is like this; you can't be gentle, or it won't work. Go back and tell Master Qin Four that I will be there on time tonight."

"Oh, oh."

Peng Chang nodded dazedly.

No, Jin Biao, what the hell is wrong with you?

Fourth Master has already started building connections. Damn it, why confess? Is it necessary to scream so miserably just for a few bricks?

Outside the prison.

Peng Chang stood there in a daze, his mind a whirlwind.

"Something's wrong, very wrong. He clearly knew Jin Biao was Fourth Master's man, and he even saw me arrive, with Fourth Master's invitation, yet he still interrogated Jin Biao. The information revealed here is... a warning. Yes, it's a warning. This guy has a big appetite; ordinary bribes won't do."

With that thought, he hurried away, needing to inform Fourth Master of this matter immediately.