Extraordinary Soldier King in the City
Chapter 482: Not Telling You

Chapter 482: Chapter 482: Not Telling You

"Oh, okay!"

Zhuo Yating nodded and quickly moved to the side.

The last time at the criminal gang’s hideout, she had already seen Chen Feng’s strength—Chen Feng had kicked down the courtyard wall with one foot.

So Zhuo Yating was quite confident in Chen Feng’s kicking power.

Seeing Zhuo Yating step aside, Chen Feng smiled slightly and then walked forward, lifted his foot without gathering strength, and KICKED directly at the iron door of the room!

"Bang!"

However, just then, a loud noise was heard.

The room’s iron door was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

Immediately afterward, a man and a woman walked into the room.

It was none other than Chen Feng and Zhuo Yating.

After rushing into the room, Zhuo Yating didn’t say another word, she just pulled out her handgun, aimed it at the middle-aged man, her index finger on the trigger, and coldly scolded, "Get off the bed, hands on your head, kneel on the ground, or I’ll shoot!"

The middle-aged man about to harm Jiang Shiqi was so startled by this sight that he was completely taken aback.

He hadn’t expected that the room’s iron door could be kicked open from the outside.

Ever since he had decided to use this basement as a dungeon to imprison girls, he had reinforced and thickened the iron door many times.

That not only increased the soundproofing but also made it especially sturdy and stable.

Let alone being kicked by a person—even if hit by a car, it would have taken quite a while to budge, very secure. One could say it was impossible for anyone to enter easily without a key.

And now it was kicked open from the outside with just one kick, which the middle-aged man found incredibly unbelievable—he was almost shocked silly!

"How on earth did you do that?"

The middle-aged man looked at Zhuo Yating and then at Chen Feng not far behind her, asking with a bewildered face.

"Stop talking nonsense and get down on your knees with your hands on your head, I don’t want to have to say it a third time!"

Zhuo Yating gave the middle-aged man a stern look and said coldly.

"Okay, okay, I’m coming down!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly and obediently got off the bed with his hands on his head and knelt on the ground.

He had no choice; being held at gunpoint, he couldn’t afford to be disobedient.

After kneeling as Zhuo Yating had ordered, the middle-aged man then looked at Zhuo Yating and Chen Feng and asked, "Can you tell me now, how did you kick the door open?"

Hearing this, Chen Feng’s mouth slightly curved up as he said indifferently, "Obviously, I just kicked it with my foot. What else would I use, my hand?"

"You could kick this door open? That must be a joke!"

The middle-aged man was astounded upon hearing this.

"Is your door very sturdy then?"

Chen Feng asked with a faint smile.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man said somewhat defiantly, "This door has been specially reinforced by me, several times at that. How could it not be sturdy?"

However, as soon as the words left the middle-aged man’s mouth,

Chen Feng walked up to the iron door, raised his foot, and kicked at the door once again.

"Bang!"

Another loud noise was heard, and the thick iron door was kicked into by Chen Feng, leaving a huge hole.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man was utterly stunned.

Not just the middle-aged man—Zhuo Yating, who had some understanding of Chen Feng’s strength, along with Jiang Shiqi and all the girls in the room, was also shocked.

"You’re a brute!"

Zhuo Yating rolled her eyes at Chen Feng and said annoyedly.

Hearing this, Chen Feng smiled slightly and then turned to look at the middle-aged man, asking indifferently, "Do you have any other questions now?"

"No... none!"

The middle-aged man swallowed hard and said with a trembling voice.

What he saw today completely shattered his worldview.

A single kick that could dent an iron gate so severely—how monstrous must this person be?

The middle-aged man didn’t even want to imagine what the consequences would be if that kick had landed on a person.

"Since there are no more questions!"

As he spoke, Chen Feng turned to Zhuo Yating and said indifferently, "Here, handcuff him. This seems to be another big case, the credit for this one is yours!"

"Tch, I don’t care about that. This time, if you don’t clear things up with our bureau leaders, I won’t let you leave!"

Zhuo Yating glared at Chen Feng fiercely as she spoke.

At her words, Chen Feng helplessly shrugged his shoulders.

"Hmph!"

Zhuo Yating snorted daintily and then holstered her gun, pulled out a pair of handcuffs from her waist, and walked toward the middle-aged man.

Seeing her approach, a hint of resistance flashed in the middle-aged man’s eyes; his eyes darted around, then he hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, I have one more question!"

"What’s with all the questions? Any questions can wait till we get back to the station, now shut your mouth!"

Zhuo Yating glared at the middle-aged man and went behind him with the handcuffs, ready to restrain his hands.

"No, I won’t cooperate without an answer to this question!"

The middle-aged man said, abruptly standing up from the ground.

Zhuo Yating was startled by his actions and quickly drew her pistol, aiming it at the man’s head as she said coldly, "If you cause any more trouble, I’ll shoot you right here!"

"No, no, no, Officer, I just want to ask a question. If you answer it, I promise I’ll cooperate and go with you!"

The middle-aged man quickly waved his hands, saying.

"What’s your question, ask it quickly!"

Zhuo Yating asked with some impatience.

"How did you find this place?"

The middle-aged man looked at Zhuo Yating with a puzzled expression and asked.

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Yating was taken aback and found herself at a loss for words.

Because Chen Feng had been leading the way all along, and it was he who brought her here; she had no idea how.

She too was very curious about it all.

So, she turned her head to Chen Feng and asked, "Yeah, Chen Feng, how did you find this place? How did you know this pervert was here?"

At this, Chen Feng smiled faintly and said, "A friend told me!"

"What friend?"

Zhuo Yating asked curiously.

"I won’t tell you!"

Chen Feng shook his head.

"You! Are you going to tell me or not?"

Zhuo Yating clenched her teeth, asking coldly.

"I will not say, no comment!"

Chen Feng still shook his head, speaking lightly.

"Fine then, keep quiet, will you? Very well, I now seriously suspect that you’re in cahoots with this pervert. I’ll arrest you both later, and once we’re back at the station, we’ll see if you talk, huh!"

Zhuo Yating glared at Chen Feng, threatening him with a smug look on her face.

"Fine by me—as long as you can beat me, I don’t care!"

Chen Feng shrugged nonchalantly, not taking Zhuo Yating’s threat seriously at all.

This infuriated Zhuo Yating; she was so angry she ground her teeth and stamped her foot, glaring at Chen Feng as she racked her brain for a way to deal with him.

However, while she was preoccupied with Chen Feng, Zhuo Yating failed to notice that the middle-aged man in front of her was quietly moving closer.

To be precise, he was inching toward the gun in her hand...