Qin Feng's the kind of guy who's been struck by lightning. Two electric batons ain't shit to him—he barely even notices them.
He came over on purpose, just to see how Pan Jian handles cases on a regular basis.
The outcome didn't disappoint him. Scum like Pan Jian mixing with the police just disgraces the whole force.
Two batons weren't enough, so Pan Jian flipped all five on, shoving them straight onto Qin Feng.
Feels just like zapping pigs at a slaughterhouse—at police academy, they were strictly forbidden from doing this crap, more than once.
The voltage from five batons could kill a damn cow.
But Qin Feng kept laughing his ass off, making Pan Jian and his four buddies nervous. They had no clue what Qin Feng had up his sleeve. No matter how much torture they used, the guy just wouldn't break—still cocky as hell.
When the five batons finally ran out of juice, Qin Feng was still laughing with disdain, "What, are you all women? Come on, give me something actually intense!"
