Oops, He Made It Feel Good

Prison.

He Sen was fixed to the interrogation cross, his hands and feet shackled. It wasn't that the other party was particularly dangerous, but rather that this was a form of respect for criminals.

"Ouch, Master He, your expression is truly captivating. What a shame, you actually enjoyed it. This Wolf Fang Sky Cannon truly lives up to its name. Masters are found among the common folk." Lin Fan put on a look of regret.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"I want you dead, I will definitely kill you."

"Lin, I'll kill your whole family. You just wait, I will kill your entire family."

He Sen roared ferociously, his eyes bloodshot. The tearing pain in his backside was excruciating, and both his body and spirit had suffered unspeakable torment.

He had never imagined that such an ordeal would happen to him.

Captain Song and Yang Ming exchanged a look.

The current situation was something they had never encountered in all their years of service.

"Captain, you guys go back. Leave this to me. I plan to stay up all night and properly 'handle' him tonight," Lin Fan said.

"Ahhhh..." He Sen was still furious. Just hearing the words 'handle him' now ignited an inexplicable rage within him. He recalled being in a dark alley, a hand pressing down on the back of his head, forcing his face against the wall, followed by the other party's impatient voice.

'Hurry up and spread your legs, let my Wolf Fang Sky Cannon handle you, and get rid of your bad temper.'

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Captain Song shook his head. "It's fine, we'll stay with you. You do your interrogation, don't mind us."

"Brother, I don't have much experience. I'd like to learn from the sidelines," Yang Ming said.

At this point, who could leave? Who was willing to leave?

They couldn't even imagine the shock that would spread once the news got out at dawn.

Jin Biao, who had been sleeping on the straw in the prison cell, was woken up. Dragging his tired body, he grabbed the wooden bars, wanting to see who had been brought in. He had been waiting for rescue, believing in Fourth Master's capability and courage.

He was sure Fourth Master could get them out.

As for the matter he had confessed, he felt it was nothing. Money makes the world go 'round. To this day, he still believed Lin Fan only wanted money.

"Ah, Master He."

Jin Biao's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost. He hadn't expected the one tied up to be Master He of Loyalty Hall, a big shot in the underworld of Yong'an County.

"Lin, you dare to arrest Master He? You're courting death."

Jin Biao couldn't accept it, nor could he accept it. If the other party dared to arrest Master He, it meant he himself might truly not be able to get out.

Lin Fan walked to the cell door with dissatisfaction. "Are you feeling very energetic? Can't sleep? You'll be paraded through the streets at dawn. Alright, alright, alright. Since you're so full of energy, I'll let you out to have a good reunion with your Master He."

Thinking of the terrifying punishment, Jin Biao waved his hands repeatedly. "I'll sleep, I'll sleep."

"Too late."

Lin Fan opened the cell door and, like picking up a small chick, lifted Jin Biao out. In a flash, he tied Jin Biao up next to He Sen.

"Master He, you're the Hall Master of Loyalty Hall, and he's also from Loyalty Hall. Why did he tie you up?" Jin Biao couldn't understand. At the same time, he noticed He Sen's expression towards Lin Fan was off. "Master He, he didn't... do something to you, did he? That's why you hate him so much?"

"Ah... Shut up, you shut up for me!" He Sen roared, completely losing his mind.

At this moment, he had completely transformed into a roaring He.

Other than furious roars, he had no other thoughts.

Jin Biao cowered, clearly frightened, but he was shocked in his heart. Master He was so enraged and ashamed, could it be... he really was violated?

Lin Fan patted Jin Biao's face and said with a smile, "Jin Biao, you should comfort your Master He well. Your Master He was really 'handled' by something."

"So long, so thick, with granular spikes. He screamed in agony when he was 'handled', but if you look at his expression now, there's a hint of relish. Clearly, he enjoyed it."

Lin Fan gestured, completely disregarding He Sen's fiery gaze.

Jin Biao's mouth hung open. He had a lot he wanted to say, but his mind was blank, and he didn't know how to speak.

"Lin, I'll fuck your mother."

He Sen cursed.

Lin Fan smiled, found a whip among the torture instruments, flicked his wrist, and with a snap, the whip tail hit the ground, making a dull cracking sound.

Just as He Sen was about to curse again, a dull whip strike landed on him, instantly tearing his skin and flesh, eliciting a shrill scream.

[Basic Whip Technique Proficiency +1]

[Basic Whip Technique (Uninitiated)]

The system notifications didn't cause any ripples for Lin Fan; he was used to them.

Back then, after he got Basic Staff Technique, he had also tried punching, thinking he could randomly create a Basic Fist Technique. Of course, it did appear, and the notification for Basic Fist Technique did pop up.

But it was absorbed by Basic Staff Technique.

The explanation given was that flashy fist techniques were useless. Sufficient strength, and a single punch could destroy everything. Cultivating Basic Staff Technique, however, mobilized the entire body.

The power of his hands, waist, and legs would be improved comprehensively.

Regarding such an explanation.

He accepted it calmly, feeling there was no fault in what was said. Even without a stick, he could swing his arm as ferociously as one.

Why wasn't the whip technique incorporated?

He figured it must have its own uses.

For instance...

Crack!

Crack!

"Aow..."

"Aow..."

One lash after another fell. He Sen, in pain, let out yelps, and distinct bloody welts appeared on his body, looking truly gruesome.

Jin Biao, standing beside him, trembled in fear.

"Lin, don't let me get a chance to get out, or I'll definitely kill you, aow..."

"Master He, don't joke with your Master Lin. You still want to get out? What are you thinking?"

Lin Fan was amused by He Sen's words.

In this situation.

He still wanted to get out.

If he could truly get out, Lin Fan would write his name backward and add another character.

Vaseline.

That's what he'd call himself.

Now, he was starting to act more freely. After careful investigation, he discovered that Yong'an County had no one capable of fighting.

If he were still hesitant, wouldn't his incredibly strong combat ability be wasted?

Where were the experts?

Experts were definitely in mysterious places.

Perhaps in the military, or deep in the mountains, or within the imperial court.

Relying on their own strength, they had reached places ordinary people could hardly touch.

And now, he was going to do righteous deeds and force the experts out.

Early morning. The sky today was exceptionally blue.

The common folk greeted the new day with hope. The streets gradually filled with people. The waiter at the restaurant took down the door sign, preparing to open for business.

There were also young men who had just finished their shifts at the brothel, rubbing their waists, casually buying some street food to fill their stomachs before heading home to sleep.

Wang Ding was one of these ordinary citizens. He set up his stall, preparing to sell the eggs from his home. The stall owners around him looked at Wang Ding with pity in their eyes.

They had known Wang Ding for a long time.

The former Wang Ding was enthusiastic and talkative, with a warm heart. After setting up his own stall, he would help others with theirs. But the current Wang Ding sat there, head bowed, listless.

They understood and sympathized. Wang Ding's family had suffered a great tragedy. His wife had caught He Sen's eye, and during the struggle, she was unfortunately strangled to death.

He reported it to the authorities seeking justice.

Because the matter had caused a stir.

He Sen casually had a subordinate take the blame, and the case was eventually dropped.

The sound of horse hooves clopped closer.

Gasps of horror reached his ears.

Wang Ding looked up, his eyes dull as he gazed at the street. He saw three constables slowly riding forward. Hatred flickered in his eyes.

He deeply hated the constables.

These guys were in cahoots with those people; none of them were good.

Suddenly.

"Ah, He Sen, that's He Sen."

The familiar name of his enemy appeared.

Wang Ding searched, and when he saw a familiar figure in those prisoner transport carts, his mouth suddenly fell open, staring at the scene before him in disbelief.