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Chapter 525 - 467: Retribution isn’t absent, it just hasn’t come yet Part 2

Chapter 525: Chapter 467: Retribution isn’t absent, it just hasn’t come yet Part 2

Clang!

Startled by Ye Fan’s words filled with murderous intent and recalling the methods used on Pan Jueming these past days, Sun Jian’s heart shook, and he was too scared to make a sound.

Compared with Sun Jian, Director Wu, who was standing right next to Ye Fan, could feel Ye Fan’s terrifying intent to kill so clearly that he stiffened on the spot, not daring to even take a deep breath.

Sun Jian’s silence made Ye Fan even more certain that Pan Jueming had been tortured during interrogations, and he hung up the phone and said coldly, "Take me to Jue Ming!"

"Yes... yes!"

Director Wu nodded repeatedly, like a pecking chicken, while feeling as if there were a thousand pounds weighing down his feet, preventing him from taking the first step.

Sensing Director Wu’s difficulty, Ye Fan’s expression grew colder. He took the lead out of the office and headed towards the stairwell—based on his sense of Qi, he determined that Pan Jueming was held on the sixth floor.

It was only after Ye Fan had left that Director Wu finally snapped back to his senses and hurried after Ye Fan.

Two minutes later, Director Wu led Ye Fan to the sixth floor, his heart filled with terror.

The entire sixth floor was filled with interrogation rooms, and Pan Jueming was held in the one located at the far eastern end.

At the entrance of the interrogation room, two criminal police officers stood upright. Seeing Director Wu leading Ye Fan over, their faces changed slightly, saluting with a hint of panic and saying, "Direc... Director Wu."

"Open the door," Director Wu said with a trembling voice, "You two, stand back."

Click—

The heavy iron door opened, and the two criminal police officers, intending to follow Director Wu’s order, started to step out.

"Wait!"

Ye Fan spoke out abruptly. He was well aware that if Pan Jueming had been tortured, it was unlikely that Sun Jian had done it personally; it was more likely these two criminal police officers.

Huh?

The two criminal police officers stopped in their tracks, looking towards Director Wu with fear and trepidation.

"Follow... follow Comrade Ye Fan’s orders," Director Wu said, his voice trembling even more when he saw that Ye Fan wanted to keep the two officers behind, almost certain Ye Fan would stand up for Pan Jueming.

Ignoring the worried Director Wu and the two panic-stricken criminal police officers, Ye Fan flashed into the interrogation room.

The next moment.

He stood still as if struck by an immobilization spell, his eyes widening, motionlessly staring at Pan Jueming.

Before him, Pan Jueming’s hair was messy, like a pile of weeds, his face swollen with clear fingerprints marked on it, his lips cracked and stained with blood—blood that had dried and solidified.

Moving his gaze downward, Ye Fan could clearly see bloodstains on Pan Jueming’s chest as well, some dried and some still wet.

This indicated that the blood hadn’t come out in one go.

Beyond that, the marks of the electric police baton on Pan Jueming’s clothing were visible, and his hands and feet were shackled to the Tiger Bench. His wrists and ankles were swollen to the point where even if the shackles were unlocked, they couldn’t be slipped off.

Seeing the pitiful state of Pan Jueming, Ye Fan felt as if his heart was being gripped by a large hand, a sudden pain so intense he could barely breathe!

Immediately, he flashed in front of Pan Jueming, placed his hands on Pan Jueming’s shoulders, and called out softly, "Jue... Jue Ming."

There was no reaction; Pan Jueming remained motionless.

"Jue Ming!"

Ye Fan raised his voice and gently shook Pan Jueming’s shoulders.

"If you have the guts... just kill me..."

Pan Jueming trembled slightly but did not lift his head; instead, he spoke weakly without looking up.

"Jue Ming, it’s me!"

Upon hearing his response, Ye Fan’s heart ached again. While speaking, he willed his Power and a surge of qi imbued with Pure Yang Qi flowed from his palms into Pan Jueming’s body.

As the Power entered, the Pure Yang Qi dispersed, spreading to every corner of Pan Jueming’s body, healing his internal injuries.

Pan Jueming felt a warm current flow through his body, the pain lessening, and his consciousness somewhat restored.

He woke from his daze, lifting his head in astonishment.

Huh?!

When he saw Ye Fan’s face close by, Pan Jueming’s bloodshot eyes bulged, and a surge of shock burst in his previously dull pupils!

Then.

He closed his eyes, shook his head forcefully, and then opened them again.

Under the light, he struggled... struggled to open his eyes as wide as possible.

He was trying to see more clearly through this effort.

This time.

He saw clearly.

What appeared before him wasn’t the police officer who had tormented him, but the man he had staked his future on, the man he swore to follow to the death!

"Ye... Mr. Ye..."

He opened his cracked lips, his body shivering as he spoke, his voice dry and unable to mask the excitement within.

That excitement made his mind go blank after uttering the words "Mr. Ye," leaving him at a loss for what to say next.

"I’m sorry, Jue Ming, I arrived too late," Ye Fan said, feeling a surge of guilt as he recalled Pan Jueming’s near-death state.

Pan Jueming shook his head vigorously, and then again...

He was silently telling Ye Fan—with Ye Fan safe, no amount of suffering mattered to him!

"Once I’ve finished treating your injuries, then you can tell me exactly what happened," Ye Fan said as another wave of Power emitted from his palm into Pan Jueming’s body, using the Pure Yang Qi within the Power to heal him.

Pan Jueming’s internal injuries were not too severe. With the nourishment of Pure Yang Qi, he quickly recovered, even the swelling in his hands and feet gradually subsided.

"Whoosh!"

Seeing that Pan Jueming’s injuries were largely healed, Ye Fan withdrew his hands. With a thought, the Xuanye Flying Blade flew out.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

Four crisp sounds, almost simultaneous, rang out as Pan Jueming’s handcuffs and shackles were effortlessly sliced apart by the Xuanye Flying Blade.

"Can you stand up?"

Having done all this, Ye Fan supported Pan Jue Ming and asked.

Pan Jue Ming nodded, and with Ye Fan’s help, stood up. But because he hadn’t eaten for many days and had rarely drunk any water, he appeared weak and could barely stand steadily.

Seeing this, Ye Fan’s heart was clear as a mirror. His consciousness stirred, and a surge of Mind Power flowed from his forehead, focusing on the mineral water bottle on the interrogation table.

"Whoosh!"

The mineral water bottle suddenly flew up and hovered in front of Ye Fan.

Ye Fan grabbed the mineral water bottle, twisted off the cap, and handed it to Pan Jue Ming.

"Gulp—gulp—gulp—"

Pan Jue Ming took the bottle, tilted his head back, and poured the water into his stomach, inadvertently swallowing blood along with the water.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan felt even more uncomfortable.

At the same time, a suppressible anger and killing intent emerged from his being!

He slowly led Pan Jue Ming towards the door. When he saw Director Wu and his two companions standing there like good little kindergartners, he said coldly, "I don’t care how you do it, but you must find water and food within ten minutes, or I’ll twist your heads off!"

Click!

Director Wu and his two men shivered with fright. Without another word, they turned and went to find water and food.

Ye Fan, meanwhile, helped Pan Jue Ming to the washroom, where Pan Jue Ming washed the blood off his face.

After Pan Jue Ming had cleaned himself up, two detectives returned to the door of the interrogation room with the leftovers from the cafeteria’s breakfast: steamed buns, rice porridge, and side dishes, their speed was incredibly fast.

"Mr. Ye..."

Though he was both hungry and thirsty, Pan Jue Ming didn’t reach for the food and water but instead began to speak to Ye Fan.

"Don’t worry, every injustice has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. As long as they are still on this planet, I will make them pay," Ye Fan interrupted Pan Jue Ming and said, "There’s no rush now, you should eat something first."

Swish!

Hearing Ye Fan’s icy words, the two detectives paled with fear and trembled, almost dropping the food they were holding.

And... Pan Jue Ming felt a dryness in his throat, filled with emotion.

In his moved state, he nodded lightly, then quietly took the food and water from the detectives and entered the interrogation room, eating heartily.

"Eat slowly."

Seeing this, Ye Fan felt a pang of pity.

He just couldn’t imagine how long Pan Jue Ming had to be starving for him to devour the leftover steamed buns from breakfast as if they were the most exquisite delicacies!

Upon hearing this, Pan Jue Ming puffed out his cheeks, gave a silly smile, and then slowed down as Ye Fan had suggested.

After wolfing down eight steamed buns, four side dishes, six eggs, and two bowls of rice porridge, Pan Jue Ming finally stopped, his stomach round and full.

"Mr. Ye..."

After eating and drinking, the pallor on Pan Jue Ming’s face began to recede, and he looked much healthier as he started to recount the events to Ye Fan.

"Crack!"

During Pan Jue Ming’s account, Ye Fan did not speak, but his face grew increasingly enraged, and his fists clenched so tightly they creaked, frightening the two detectives at the door whose calves turned weak as cold sweat poured out.

"Was it them who did it?"

When Pan Jue Ming finished speaking, Ye Fan turned his head towards the two detectives, his voice cold as ice.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

Before Pan Jueming could answer, two criminal officers had already collapsed to the ground in terror, fearfully looking at Ye Fan as they babbled incoherently, "No... It wasn’t us! We... we were forced..."

Whoosh!

Ye Fan abruptly rose to his feet and flashed in front of the two criminal officers, frightening them into silence.

"Which hand?" Ye Fan asked coldly.

"Uh..."

The two officers were completely terrified, mouths agape, but unable to utter a word, simply looking at Ye Fan in fear.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Ye Fan didn’t waste any more words. With a thought, the Xuanye Flying Blade shot out, slicing off both hands as if cutting through tofu!

"Ahh... Ahh!"

Even with some training, the terror and the agony overwhelmed the two officers. They screamed in pain and reached out to cover their wounds, but they couldn’t stop the blood from gushing out, quickly staining the floor red.

"Besides you, who else laid hands on him?" Ye Fan asked again.

"Director Wu..."

Ye Fan’s words seemed to carry a kind of magic, causing the two men to halt their wailing. One of them, trembling, replied in a quivering voice, "We had no choice, we were just following his orders... please spare us!"

"You might claim you were forced, but... he wasn’t!"

Pan Jueming suddenly spoke up, taking steps towards the overweight criminal officer.

Hearing Pan Jueming’s words, Ye Fan understood that Pan Jueming had omitted some details when recounting the story earlier.

And... the overweight officer suddenly remembered the day he tormented Pan Jueming with the electric police baton—after beating him, finding it unsatisfactory, he’d placed the baton between Pan Jueming’s legs, nearly turning him into a eunuch!

"I..."

The memories of that day flashed through his mind, and the overweight officer opened his mouth in horror, wanting to beg for mercy.

Pan Jueming interrupted coldly, "You said you liked tough guys the best, right?"

"Huff... Huff..."

Without answering, the overweight officer gasped for air, fear written all over his face, along with a hint of regret for his past actions!

"I’ve said before, I will remember everything done to me! I also said that the day Mr. Ye comes to take me out, I will return it to you tenfold, a hundredfold!!"

Pan Jueming looked down scornfully at the overweight officer and said slowly, "But you didn’t believe me."

"Awooo!!"

As his words fell, a terrible scream erupted.

Pan Jueming had crushed the officer’s genitals with a kick!

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