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Chapter 692: Beating Up the Special Warfare Team Leader

Chapter 692: Chapter 692: Beating Up the Special Warfare Team Leader

Before long, Chen Wei was brought into a dimly lit small room.

There were no windows, just walls on all sides, and in the center of the room, there was only an interrogation chair.

At this moment, Chen Wei’s hands and feet were all bound.

Bang!

After two or three minutes, the light overhead suddenly turned on, extremely glaring.

Then came the sound of an iron door opening, and Park Hee-jae walked in from outside.

After closing the door, he took off his jacket that hindered his movements and hung it on the wall.

Moving his wrists, with a fierce expression on his face, he walked toward Chen Wei.

Bang!

After arriving in front of Chen Wei, he raised his foot high and stepped onto the table in front of him, "Kid, I’ll give you one minute to honestly spit out the reason you came to South Korea, or else don’t blame me for not being nice to you."

"Haven’t I already said? I’m here for tourism," Chen Wei replied with a helpless expression.

"That’s not it!" Park Hee-jae bent down, whispered sinisterly into Chen Wei’s ear, "You’re not here for tourism, you’re a spy sent to gather intelligence about our South Korea. Just confess."

"From your tone, there must be a handsome reward for catching a spy, right? Want me to confess under duress?" Chen Wei asked with a smile.

Did Park Hee-jae’s inner thoughts really need to be seen through?

It was all written on his face.

"Don’t give me so much lip, one minute, remember!" Park Hee-jae held up a finger arrogantly, "You only have one minute, and if you go over this time, I can’t guarantee what you’ll experience next!"

"Oh right, I’ll remind you of something—anyone who cooperates after entering this room might still find a way to live."

"And the uncooperative ones?" Park Hee-jae’s gaze suddenly turned dark and cold, "Without exception, they all meet a dead end!"

"Moreover, you’re a Great Xia man. Even if you truly died, no one would care, understand?"

"Then, I’ll also give you one minute to think it over. Now, unlock these handcuffs for me, and I can go easy on you, striving to leave you a whole corpse, how about that?" Chen Wei asked with a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes.

"..." Park Hee-jae fell silent.

He hadn’t expected that at this point, Chen Wei would still dare to joke with him.

Are all Great Xia people this brave?

He halted in his tracks, spun around abruptly, and with a raised leg, he was ready to deliver a kick to Chen Wei’s chest, to flip him over and teach him a lesson.

To stop him from being slippery, he didn’t have that privilege.

Bang! Boom!

Who would have thought that the next second, the outcome presumed for Chen Wei, to fall backwards and be upended,

Would instead occur to Park Hee-jae himself.

By the time Park Hee-jae realized what had happened, he already lay next to the door, upended, staring at the ceiling.

Behind him was intense pain from having slammed into the iron door.

However, Park Hee-jae had ordered that no matter what noise came from the interrogation room, the guards outside were not to enter.

Therefore, there was no response.

"Cough cough cough!" Park Hee-jae slowly got up, coughing, and noticed that the saliva he coughed up was mixed with fresh blood!

"..." A sudden tremor gripped his heart.

"You little shit, you’re looking to die..."

As Park Hee-jae raised his eyes, he became completely petrified on the spot, stunned.

All because he saw Chen Wei easily unlock—or more accurately, brutishly snap—the thumb-thick iron chain, freeing himself.

He left the interrogation chair behind.

How could this be possible?

Even as a Special Forces squad leader, Park Hee-jae could not guarantee he could do such a thing.

Could someone have been cutting corners?

Yes! It must be so!

Park Hee-jae convinced himself to believe this.

He planned to deal with Chen Wei first, then take care of those who cut corners, causing him to lose face!

"Kid, you’ve got guts to lay a hand on me,"

"But you will regret this for the rest of your life!" Park Hee-jae hissed through clenched teeth.

At the same time, he raised his arms, clenched his fists, ready to fight.

He was determined to use force to make Chen Wei realize the gap between them!

Chen Wei, on the other hand, didn’t respond with words.

He lifted one hand, while he hid the other behind his back, the message couldn’t be clearer, he was giving Park Hee-jae a handicap.

Realizing this, Park Hee-jae was furious, his face red with rage, bellowing, "You’re too arrogant!"

He then took a large stride and charged towards Chen Wei.

His punches were ferocious and direct.

The speed was so fast that afterimages appeared.

But soon, Park Hee-jae realized something was amiss.

No matter how much he increased the speed and power of his punches, he couldn’t breach Chen Wei’s defense, nor could he inflict the slightest injury.

Keep in mind that he, Park Hee-jae, was using both hands, while Chen Wei was using just one!

Chen Wei could cleverly alter the trajectory of his punches, and the strength felt as if it were hitting water or cotton, sucked dry.

Despite his brute strength, it proved completely ineffective.

"You bastard!" Park Hee-jae glared, grinding his teeth harder, snarling like a mad dog, as he continued to unleash a fierce offensive against Chen Wei.

On the other hand, Chen Wei’s response remained calm and collected.

He even seemed bored and yawned.

After confirming over and over that this was all Park Hee-jae’s strength, he spoke, "Is this all you’ve got?"

"..." Park Hee-jae didn’t reply, focusing solely on attacking Chen Wei.

Chen Wei glanced at the epaulets on the jacket hanging on the wall, chuckled, and said, "To be of this rank yet possess so little skill, unless you got this position through nepotism, I must say, the Special Forces of South Korea are getting weaker."

"It’s like... you’ve regressed by a decade," Chen Wei raised his head, pondering aloud.

Coming from the Heavenly God of Protecting the Country of Great Xia, his words carried absolute credibility.

No one else could command such respect.

"You asshole, what gives you the right to judge our South Korea..."

Bang! Boom!

Not allowing Park Hee-jae to finish his sentence, Chen Wei switched from defense to offense. His fist, like a fish, easily navigated through the current and smashed into Park Hee-jae’s face.

Crack!

The bridge of his nose broke first, gushing blood.

Then, his body was lifted into the air, like a kite with its string cut or a sack ripped open, he was flung away.

Bang! Boom!

He crashed into the heavy iron door.

Even so, it made a substantial noise.

Outside, two armed guards looked at each other.

One of them took the initiative and asked tentatively, "Should we go in and check?"

"Are you crazy! Without Captain Park’s orders, if we barge in and piss him off, both you and I are done for!"

"Right, right."

"Don’t worry, I’m sure Captain Park is just using the prisoner as a punching bag again. It’s just that this time, the commotion is a bit louder than usual."

"After all, the guy is from Great Xia."

"Hahaha, exactly, there’s no need to be softhearted with someone from Great Xia."

...

While they chatted merrily outside the door, little did they know that the person being used as a punching bag

was not Chen Wei, but their captain, strong as a devil, Park Hee-jae.