"Don't talk to me. I'm not in the mood to deal with a bunch of disgusting things like you." Qin Shaofeng tilted his head up to look at the ceiling.
The Law Enforcement Hall was filled with bloody mosaics. One glance was enough to make anyone lose their appetite for days.
He was not about to make things hard on himself.
Those words had indeed been what he meant, but they instantly turned the woman's face livid.
She abruptly pointed the spiked iron rod in her hand at Qin Shaofeng. "You little bastard, what did you just say? Believe it or not, I'll shove this iron cucumber up your chrysanthemum?"
"Holy shit!"
Qin Shaofeng sprang up in shock.
Even though the bloody mosaic-filled scene had already prepared him mentally, he had never expected the people here to be perverted to such an extent.
"Scared now?"
The woman sneered with utter contempt. "If you're scared, answer whatever I ask. Then come over and kneel down to lick me. If you make me happy, I'll naturally spare your life."
"Fuck! I'm about to puke!"
Qin Shaofeng truly could not endure it any longer.
The Xuan Yin Sect's level of whatever-the-hell-this-was had far exceeded the limits of an ordinary person's mental endurance.
He casually grabbed a teacup from the interrogation table and crushed it in his hand. The cultivation aura of a Saint Star Position expert suddenly erupted.
"A Saint Star Position expert?!"
"How is that possible? How could there be such a young Saint Star Position expert?"
"He's even a man."
"You're actually a Saint Star Position expert?"
The crowd immediately burst into a chaotic uproar.
But Qin Shaofeng had long since lost any interest in paying attention to these people.
Even hearing a single word from any one of them was