Headman Chen, Don't Kill Me, We're Colleagues

Howl! Howl! Howl!

Piercing screams echoed from the prison in the early morning, as beautiful as a melodious symphony.

Inside the prison.

Lin Fan held a whip, his steps light and nimble. His left hand drew circles while his right hand swung the whip, thoroughly enjoying the sounds it produced.

"Stop hitting! I've told you everything I know."

"Help! Help me!"

"Master Lin, my ancestors, please stop tormenting me."

"Go fuck yourself!!!"

Such a defiant curse could only be He Sen.

[Basic Whip Technique Proficiency +1]

The prisoners' screams and the system's proficiency notifications blended together beautifully.

A good day starts in the morning.

To become stronger, one must work harder. He came to the Security Bureau early to whip prisoners and improve his whip technique proficiency, then he would practice his staff technique and body refining.

Utilizing all his free time – that was true effort.

He had been very busy lately. A door had been opened, and there were quite a few people to deal with, which naturally led to more tasks. But no matter what, he had to dedicate at least three hours every day to cultivation.

If he didn't have enough time, he would make up for it even if it meant not sleeping at night.

Therefore, his current proficiency levels were quite good.

[Thousand Jin Staff Technique (Untrained 325/1000)]

[Beginner Body Refinement (Mastered 784/1000)]

[Basic Whip Technique (Untrained 65/100)]

A moment later, Lin Fan stopped and looked at the bruised and battered prisoners, nodding with satisfaction.

Not only could this group of prisoners suffer physical pain and regret their past wrongdoings, but it also improved his whip technique proficiency.

It was a win-win situation for both sides.

"Brother, their crimes have been determined. When will the sentences be carried out?" Yang Ming leaned against the wall, watching the prisoners howl in pain. For some reason, he felt a sense of exhilaration.

Weren't they very arrogant before?

Why couldn't they be arrogant now?

"No rush. Good brothers should be dealt with together. I haven't gathered enough yet."

He didn't want these guys to be punished too early. He still needed to improve his whip technique. Whipping empty air and whipping someone were two entirely different feelings.

It was intoxicating, addictive.

Lin Fan looked at the whip soaked in blood and prepared to take it out to dry. The whip was originally black, but now it had a vibrant, blood-red color.

At this moment.

Headman Chen arrived at the Security Bureau with a dark expression. He was furious and extremely agitated. Yesterday's events had greatly impacted him.

Was it just about a punch?

It was a complete loss of face.

He felt like passersby were pointing and whispering at him, surely mocking him for being knocked out by Lin Fan yesterday. Thinking of this, he clenched his fists tightly, his breathing heavy, an boundless rage burning within him.

Some officers who also came to the Security Bureau saw Headman Chen and, instead of approaching him with their usual fawning greetings, hid. They were all afraid of incurring his wrath.

Everyone knew that Headman Chen was in a foul mood right now.

Did they really want to vent Headman Chen's anger?

The gatekeeper saw Headman Chen appear and immediately lowered his head, not daring to look too closely.

"Has that Lin fellow arrived?"

A low, angry voice boomed.

"Yes, he's in the prison."

Swish!

He quickly retreated.

Headman Chen did not return to his own office but headed straight for the prison. He had no other intention than to make that Lin fellow pay. In all his years as headman, who had dared to treat him like this?

Even the magistrate had never dared to slap his face.

A mere Rookie Officer, who was only slightly capable, dared to be so lawless and arrogant. He wanted to make that person understand the official hierarchy within the Security Bureau.

Without status or position, you are nothing.

At this moment.

Lin Fan had just walked out of the prison and looked up at the sky. A bright day was always a good time to work. Since there was nothing to do for now, it was a good time to practice his staff techniques.

However, he needed to find a place to properly dry his whip first.

Suddenly.

There was killing intent.

Of course, he couldn't feel any killing intent. It was just some heavy footsteps approaching and hurried breathing.

At a glance, he saw Headman Chen's hand resting on his saber hilt, his face grim, striding menacingly towards him. With a clang, he drew his saber.

"Lin Fan, you daredevil."

"I'm going to kill you."

This roar was filled with endless fury.

"Headman Chen, what are you doing? We're colleagues. How can you draw your saber on me? You're not actually going to kill me, are you?"

Lin Fan panicked, holding his whip and striding towards Headman Chen.

"Colleagues? You bastard, you dare to beat me in the street? I'll have you... Wait, what are you doing?"

Headman Chen saw Lin Fan charging at him excitedly with his whip. His enraged mind instantly calmed down. The only reason he dared to be so arrogant was his status as Headman.

He intended to use his authority to suppress the other party.

"Headman, calm down, don't kill me."

Lin Fan roared, flicked his wrist, and the whip whistled through the air. With a crack, the blood-stained whip landed squarely on Headman Chen, tearing his clothes and leaving bloody gashes.

Headman Chen screamed, his mind going blank.

"Headman, don't be rash."

Lin Fan roared again and whipped him once more.

Ah!

The intense pain made Headman Chen let out a heart-wrenching scream. He thought of Lin Fan's terrifying strength and decided that discretion was the better part of valor. He turned to run.

But Lin Fan wouldn't give him a chance to escape.

He whipped him wildly.

One whip tore through his back, leaving a bloody gash. Headman Chen threw his head back, screaming in agony, trying to reach his back but unable to.

"Headman Chen, calm down."

Crack!

"Headman Chen, don't be rash."

Crack!

"Headman Chen, let's talk this out."

Crack!

"Headman Chen, damn it, stop running."

At this moment, Headman Chen was rolling on the ground, desperately scrambling around the courtyard like a monkey in a play, leaping and bounding from the lashes.

Not far away.

A group of officers were rushing towards them. They had already received the news.

Their Headman had gone to find Lin Fan at the prison instead of going to the station first. They heard he was furious, his face full of rage, his hand on his saber hilt, clearly intending to hack Lin Fan down.

This was perfectly normal in their eyes.

How could a mere Rookie Officer dare to humiliate their Headman like this?

They quickly reached the prison. Before they could see the situation inside, they heard the dull crack-crack sounds.

Instantly.

An image formed in their minds.

It was Lin Fan kneeling on both knees while their Headman whipped him. They had seen this kind of corporal punishment before, as their Headman liked to punish disobedient subordinates this way.

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but chuckle.

Lin Fan?

Truly a guy who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.

Arrogance and hubris came with a price.

With schadenfreude in their hearts, they stepped into the prison courtyard. However, when they saw the scene before them, all their smiles froze. Their eyes widened, and they stared at the scene as if they had seen a ghost.

Their mighty Headman was cornered, facing the wall, using his hands and feet to climb the wall, trying to escape.

Utterly pathetic and comical.

Lin Fan, with his back to them, laughed maniacally as he swung his whip.

"Hahaha... run, run, I'll let you run."

"How does my whip feel? Is it hard? Is it fierce?"

"Speak, speak to me."

"Hahaha..."

Lin Fan seemed to have entered a peculiar state. At this moment, he finally understood the thrill of being a slave owner, whipping them left and right with his little whip, crackling and popping.

He whipped them until they cried out in pain.

So satisfying.

It was even more satisfying than swinging a club.

"Ah! Ah! Ah..."

Headman Chen screamed in agony, his back a bloody mess, a horrifying sight.

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