Lin Hai, who had been hit hard on the forehead, remained indifferent.
"Uh? You alright?" The policeman who struck him widened his eyes in surprise.
"Got a tough skull, huh? Over here, no matter how tough, I'll grind it to dust," said Li Erbao with the tone of someone experienced in these matters, and he certainly was.
Xiao Jiba sneered coldly: "I don't know what you're still struggling against. People like you won't shed a tear until they see the coffin. Keep beating him, beat him to death."
"Aren't you fed? Officer, you lack even the strength to hit me?" Lin Hai scornfully sneered, his gaze turning to the interrogation room's surveillance camera.
"Huh, still talking tough, I'll make you!" No sooner had the words been spoken than the policeman harshly struck Lin Hai's forehead once more.
Another police officer also jabbed Lin Hai's back fiercely with a stick.
An ordinary person would definitely not have been able to withstand these first three blows.
