A group of people finished their meeting and went downstairs. Li Dong directly asked his apprentice, Wang Yan, "Did that Lin Feng guy come?"

"Just now, Brother Liu found those two together to be annoying, so he took Lin Feng to the interrogation room," Wang Yan answered.

"Good, come with me to the record room. I want to get an update on the situation." After saying this, Li Dong strode into the interrogation room and Wang Yan also stood up, following him in.

Leng Mei saw Li Dong and another person enter the interrogation room and felt a tightening in her heart. She thought to herself, could there be a torture interrogation like in the movies?! No, she had to make another call, to quickly urge the senior lawyer Wang Min to come up with a way to get Lin Feng out on bail first.

...

Li Dong and Wang Yan entered the interrogation room, greeted the sitting Brother Liu, and asked him to leave. Then they sat down, and Li Dong opened a statement book on the table and began interrogating Lin Feng.

"Name?"

"Lin Feng."

"Age?"

"23."

...

"Now, tell us how you directed others to harm the foreign teacher," Li Dong threw out the question as if he already had the evidence.

Hm?

The preliminary questions didn’t bother Lin Feng, but upon hearing the latter statement, he almost laughed.

"So they consider me an easy target, a scapegoat for Rafael’s injury, pinning the blame directly on me? This isn’t about cooperating with them; this is framing me."

Lin Feng remained silent, just quietly looking at Li Dong, then without saying a word, he simply sat there quietly staring at Li Dong.

"Speak up, explain the process quickly. What are you looking at me for?" Li Dong felt uncomfortable under Lin Feng’s gaze because those eyes were cold, giving him an indescribably uneasy feeling.

Lin Feng still didn’t move, just quietly watching Li Dong.

"Slap... Stop looking at me, talk." Li Dong felt uneasy under Lin Feng’s stare, and with a fierce slap on the table, he shouted angrily.

This tactic was usually very effective. Being in such a place already puts great pressure on a person’s mind, and an abrupt reprimand or questioning would typically make them jump and elicit different reactions.

However, to Li Dong’s annoyance, Lin Feng showed no reaction at all, not even a flicker in his eyes or a slight change in his body. He kept looking at him.

...

"Did you hear what I said? Stop looking at me." For some reason, Li Dong, who was skilled at interrogation, started to feel agitated after being stared at by Lin Feng for some time, feeling as if he was losing control, as his hackles almost started to rise, because Lin Feng’s gaze was truly uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable. It was as if a hunter was eyeing his prey, and he was Lin Feng’s target. Is this person or demon, to make one feel this way?

Having interrogated criminals for so many years, he had never felt like this. He knew he shouldn’t get angry, as that would show weakness and allow the other person to influence or even control him, yet he couldn’t control himself.

His fear began to stir deep inside, only hoping Lin Feng would speak and stop staring at him.

...

"Bang... I told you to stop looking at me, you hear?! Confess now." Li Dong slammed a fist onto the table and stood up.

"Master..." Wang Yan was stunned, not understanding what was happening to his master, who was unusually agitated today. The interrogation had barely started, and the prisoner hadn’t done much yet, but his master was the one losing his cool.

It was evident that his master seemed startled and was purposely raising his voice to cover it up, but it was too obvious.

What was happening? Wang Yan wanted to stop Li Dong, but found that Li Dong wasn’t listening to him at all, ignoring him, his eyes fixated on Lin Feng.

"Can’t you ****ing understand human speech? I told you to stop watching..." Li Dong was thoroughly unsettled by Lin Feng’s stare, completely losing his temper. He could no longer control his emotions and began to curse. Then, suddenly, he took a bright light from under the table and shined it directly at Lin Feng.

Look, I’ll let you take a good look, see if it doesn’t blind you.

Li Dong cursed inwardly, still shaken by Lin Feng’s inexplicable gaze earlier. He felt uncomfortable all over but couldn’t quite put his finger on why, only that it was extremely unsettling and strange. Li Dong wasn’t some green young man straight out of the police academy; he had reached his current position after experiencing all sorts of people.

He had seen plenty of murderers, drug traffickers, and those devoid of any scruples, yet he had never been discomfited by merely being looked at before. This peculiar feeling was just too eerie.

However, when Li Dong’s eyes finally adjusted to the residual light from the strong lamp and he looked at Lin Feng again, he swallowed hard, completely stunned...

Because what he saw was that the strong light had no effect on Lin Feng, who continued to stare directly at him, unblinkingly. And just like before, whenever his own gaze met Lin Feng’s, his body grew incredibly uncomfortable and tense; he couldn’t bear to look directly.

This... this...

Was he even human? How could a normal person keep their eyes open under a strong light, let alone do it with such ease? But now Li Dong could clearly see that the strong light had no effect on Lin Feng; Lin Feng just looked back at him, and the whole situation was bizarre. If it were him, he’d be blinded by the brightness, yet how could Lin Feng manage it?

Even specially trained commandos who could withstand interrogation would not be able to disregard the strong light and continue to stare in this way. It was inconceivable.

This time, Li Dong didn’t shout or curse. He simply forced himself to endure that odd sensation and continued to watch Lin Feng, unable to comprehend how someone could look directly into a strong light and at another person.

Seeing that Li Dong had quieted down and was no longer shouting, Lin Feng slowly took out his cellphone from his pocket, intending to make a call.

Hmm, pretending I don’t exist? Trying to call for help, to bring in reinforcements, huh? If you actually got someone on your side, wouldn’t that just be a nuisance for me?

"What are you doing, what are Xiao Chen and the others even good for, how come they haven’t confiscated the phone yet?" Thinking this, Li Dong abruptly stood up, charged towards Lin Feng, trying to snatch Lin Feng’s phone and prevent any communication with the outside world.

He was well aware of Lin Feng’s situation, a washed-up former playboy of a rich family, unlikely to cause much trouble. Still, it was better to avoid any potential issues if possible.

But before he could get close to Lin Feng, Lin Feng suddenly looked up at him, and with just one glance, Li Dong felt a shiver run through his whole body—it was even more terrifying than before. His heart pounded fiercely, and his entire body seemed to stiffen.

Murderous intent, the real murderous intent.

He remembered such a gaze. He had been assigned to assist a special department in transporting a man they had arrested in the city. Li Dong didn’t know the details, but he remembered clearly that when the man glanced at them casually at the end, it was the same as now, and it troubled him and his whole team with nightmares for many days.

It was not something that a common murderer could possess; it wasn’t mere ferocity but a deep, innate fear-inducing form of murderous intent.

A soul-penetrating fear, one that shakes a person to their core.

In Lin Feng’s eyes, Li Dong felt cold and death, even as if Lin Feng’s gaze was bringing death itself, like being targeted by someone from Hell, an experience akin to being strangled, unable to breathe.

Was it a mysterious sensation? Fear, fear, and more fear...

Frozen, he stood still, unable to move...

"Master? Master, are you alright?!" Wang Yan’s voice brought him back.

Wang Yan hadn’t felt anything particular; he was merely surprised that this university instructor was so odd, able to keep his eyes open under a strong light. Just as he was pondering whether Li Dong’s eyes were structurally different from others, Li Dong showed such a reaction.

"I’m... I’m fine." Li Dong replied and, not paying Lin Feng any more mind, returned to his seat and lit a cigarette before he could gather his senses.

Now Li Dong dared not look at Lin Feng again. Only he himself knew the effect of that gaze—it was as if it had taken him to Hell. In that momentarily dazed state, he had seen endless slaughter, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a world that belonged only to the Asura World from legends...

The experience felt so frighteningly real, so horrifying, that Li Dong never wanted to face Lin Feng’s eyes again, not even once, fearing to be pulled back into that terrifying realm. It was as if he had taken a tour through the eighteen layers of Hell and returned.

Just in that instant, the clothes on Li Dong’s body were soaked with sweat. With a pale face and a cold sweat, he stood up and walked out, disregarding even his apprentice.

Lin Feng watched Li Dong’s retreating figure indifferently and continued to make the call. During his initial time on the island, after surviving an onslaught, Lin Feng had once been engulfed in the killing.

Eventually, the aura of murder on his body grew so intense that it terrified animals into immobility, and even small creatures would drop dead in fright. He had gradually learned to control it and calm his mind, yet that didn’t mean he was ignorant of how to kill. On the contrary, he had reached a new realm. Now, with merely a hint of that murderous aura, he didn’t have to say a word; a mere glance was more than enough to overwhelm someone like Li Dong.

"Hello, may I speak to Wang Anjun?"

"Yes, speaking. Who is this, and how do you have my number?" Wang Anjun wondered to himself. Only a few people knew this number, all acquaintances. Who was this? The voice sounded unfamiliar.