My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

"Mr. Fu, I swear by my faith, with God as my witness, if he truly knows where your wife is, I will help you make him talk and find out her whereabouts."

The muzzle of the gun didn’t lower just because he raised his hand and swore. The dark barrel still pointed at the thug on the ground, accompanied by a calm voice, "When it comes to my wife, I trust no one."

"Mr. Fu, you can’t do this, you..."

Before he could finish, a gunshot rang out, and a man’s scream echoed through Hos Mall.

"Ahhhhhh..."

Blood splattered on Phillips’ pant legs and shirt hem, almost blinding him with its redness.

His forehead veins bulged, glaring at Fu Yi, "What are you doing, if you keep this up, you’ll kill him!"

Fu Yi couldn’t be bothered to lift his eyelids. In the midst of the blood, his indifferent expression made him seem more like a terrorist than the thug writhing and screaming on the ground. The dark handgun once again aimed at the man on the ground.

"Remember anything yet?"

In an understated tone, like a breeze from hell.

The thug’s heart filled with fear, scrambling to avoid him, "I damn well can’t remember what anyone looks like. I’m telling you, if you can’t find them in here, either they ran off or they’re dead! Go look among the bodies outside, you’re driving me out of my mind! Damn it!"

"Damn, kill me then!"

"I’m the one who killed that woman, you think you’re so tough, kill me already, and quit torturing me! I had your wife, and you’re too scared to kill me! Hahaha."

Phillips looked at his blood-covered face, his spirit already broken.

He was saying the harshest words with the most cowardly expression!

He kicked the man in the stomach, spat, and said angrily, "You damn well keep making trouble if you want to die!"

The thug was kicked to the ground, suddenly bursting into tears, pounding the floor, nose and tears mixed with blood all over his face, "I want to die, give me a quick death! You cops are even more twisted than us! Are you crazy! Give me a quick death, shoot me already!"

Fu Yi’s handgun was already aimed at the sole of his other leg, "You still have your left foot, think it over carefully before you answer me."

"Just kill me."

He raised his brow slightly, his thin-lidded phoenix eyes bewitching as a demon, "Without your feet and hands, you still have knees, and aside from knees, you have wrist bones. I have plenty of bullets in my magazine, enough to sever every bone joint in your body one by one."

Damn it, a maniac!

Phillips was almost stunned, moving his mouth to say he was joking, but the expression on Fu Yi’s face showed no hint of playfulness.

He was serious!

The dark barrel paused for three seconds.

A cello-like husky voice sounded like a death sentence.

"Have you seen the person on the phone?"

"I can’t remember! I’m not lying, why don’t you go outside..."

Bam!

A wisp of white smoke trailed from the dark barrel, filling Hos Mall with the sound of a man’s scream.

"Fu Yi!" Phillips was furious.

He admired this stranger from Hua Country for stepping forward in danger to save hundreds of civilians, but this method of interrogation was too inhumane. As a Christian, he couldn’t bear to watch all this unfold before him...

"Continue. Have you seen him?"

With a bullet ready to fire.

The man on the ground convulsed in pain, unable to speak.

Just as he seemed ready to shoot without restraint, a police officer hurried in and said, "Sir, there’s a Doctor Jiang from Hua Country outside asking to see her friend, seems to be a... friend." He didn’t know Fu Yi’s name or rank, unsure how to address him.