Chapter 10: He's a Madman!

Lin Yu stood up, twisted his sore waist, walked to the water tank in the corner, and scooped a cup of cold water with a ladle.

Through the iron bars of the detention cell, he saw Yamamoto Ichiro staring intently at the cup in his hand, his Adam's apple bobbing constantly. This foreigner had not drunk water since being captured.

Clack! Lin Yu opened the detention cell door.

"Want some water?" he shook the porcelain cup in his hand, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Yamamoto Ichiro swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, nodded. His cracked lips showed he was indeed terribly thirsty.

Lin Yu looked at his state, suddenly tipped his head back and drained the water in the cup in one gulp.

"Ah......" he deliberately let out a satisfied sigh, "Truly quenches thirst."

Then he walked to the corner of the cell, unbuttoned his trousers, and collected a stream of urine in the empty cup. The amber liquid, in the dim light, really resembled a glass of beer.

"No water," he said, handing the cup to Yamamoto Ichiro's lips, his gaze mocking, "You're only fit to drink this."

"Baka!" Yamamoto Ichiro finally couldn't hold back, "You… you Chinese......"

Before he could finish, Lin Yu splashed the urine from the cup onto his face. The amber liquid streamed down his cheek, emitting a pungent odor.

"Chinese?" Lin Yu sneered, lifted the porcelain cup, and smashed it hard against Yamamoto Ichiro's face.

"Bang!"

The porcelain cup shattered with a sound, and Yamamoto Ichiro's face instantly became a mess of blood and flesh.

But Lin Yu showed no intention of stopping. He grabbed the broken shards and hammered them onto Yamamoto Ichiro repeatedly.

"Were you so reckless on the street earlier?"

"Bang!"

"You dared to cut a rickshaw puller, right?"

"Bang!"

"Now you're scared?"

"Bang!"

Each blow was accompanied by Yamamoto Ichiro's wailing. Lin Yu seemed to have gone mad, every strike ruthless and merciless.

Fresh blood quickly stained Yamamoto Ichiro's clothes red, yet Lin Yu still showed no sign of stopping. Tonight, he would make this foreigner understand what true suffering is!

Yamamoto Ichiro was beaten into a curled heap on the ground, drenched in blood, screaming miserably. He had never seen such a scene; this Chinese patrol officer's blows were too brutal, truly a madman!

"Stop… stop hitting… " Yamamoto Ichiro finally broke down, pleading in broken Chinese, "I know I was wrong… "

"Was I wrong?" Lin Yu kicked him again.

"Ah!" Yamamoto Ichiro shrieked, quickly kowtowed, "I really understand now! I'll never dare again… "

He was truly terrified now. This young patrol officer defied all reason, even daring to challenge the Deputy Chief Inspector's gun, truly a death‑defying madman!

Lin Yu looked at the trembling Yamamoto Ichiro, sneering. The foreigner who had just been so arrogant now resembled a stray dog.

"Remember today's lesson," Lin Yu said from above, "In Shen City, there's no place for arrogant foreigners like you!"

Having said that, he turned and left the detention cell, "Clack!" and locked the door.

Yamamoto Ichiro lay limp on the ground, trembling all over. He finally understood that this seemingly young patrol officer was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

Lin Yu sat back down, lightly tapping the ground with his baton. Tonight's lesson, this foreigner would surely never forget in his lifetime.

Late at night, the detention cell was silent. Yamamoto Ichiro curled up on the floor, eventually drifting into a drowsy sleep amid pain and exhaustion.

"Clack!"

The detention cell door opened again.

Yamamoto Ichiro snapped his eyes open and saw Lin Yu moving his arms as he entered; in the dim light, the figure looked especially terrifying.

"Come, get up!" Lin Yu sneered, "I can't sleep, I like to train at night. Get up and let me beat you!"

"No… don't… " Yamamoto Ichiro, terrified, curled further into the corner.

"Bang!"

Lin Yu kicked him, "If I tell you to get up, you get up!"

Yamamoto Ichiro was forced to rise, and before he could steady himself, fists rained down on him.

"Smack!"

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

Each punch was fast and fierce; Yamamoto Ichiro couldn't even dodge, only letting out a mournful howl.

"Baka! You madman!"

"Madman?" Lin Yu's smile grew colder, "Then I'll show you what a madman looks like!"

His fists and kicks fell even more densely.

After he'd had enough, Lin Yu clapped his hands, satisfied, and left the detention cell.

Yamamoto Ichiro lay limp on the ground, writhing in agony, tears uncontrollably streaming down.

"Amaterasu… " he sobbed, murmuring in Japanese, "Save me…"

But the only response was Lin Yu's soft humming outside the cell, a voice filled with an indescribable joy, as if foretelling that this long night was far from over…

Two more hours passed.

"Clack"—the detention cell door opened again.

Yamamoto Ichiro shivered all over, staring in terror at Lin Yu entering. What would this madman do now?

"Strip!" Lin Yu, holding a bucket of cold water, said, "Just keep your underwear on."

"No......"

"Bang!" Lin Yu kicked him, "If I tell you to strip, you strip!"

Yamamoto Ichiro trembled as he stripped off his clothes. Late‑night Shen City was already chilly; he was only in his underwear, shivering.

"； splashing!";

A bucket of cold water was poured over him, Yamamoto Ichiro shivered, his teeth chattering nonstop.

"; Start squatting!"; Lin Yu held a baton, "; If you move slowly, you'll get hit!";

Yamamoto Ichiro could only force himself to do squats. One, two, three...

"; Hurry up!"; Lin Yu whipped his leg with a baton.

"; Ah!"; Yamamoto Ichiro let out a miserable cry, quickly speeding up.

Soaked through, he kept doing squats in the cold wind; if he slowed even a little, he'd get hit. Sweat and cold water mixed together, flowing down his body.

"; Damn......"; he muttered under his breath.

"; What did you say?"; Lin Yu narrowed his eyes.

"; No... nothing......"; Yamamoto Ichiro, frightened, hurriedly denied.

"; Smack!"; another baton strike.

"; Continue!"; Lin Yu coldly smirked at this wretched foreigner, "; Tonight there's plenty of time to play with you......";

The next morning at ten o'clock.

"; Where is Mr. Yamamoto?"; Mitsukawa asked in fluent Chinese. This high-ranking member of the Health Union Association wore an arrogant expression, with several attendants behind him.

"; In the detention room."; Lin Yu expressionlessly took out the keys.

"; Click"; ——

As the detention room door opened, everyone was stunned.

Yamamoto Ichiro curled up in the corner, wearing only a soaked pair of underwear, his body covered in bruises, injuries everywhere. His face swollen like a pig's head, lips chapped, eyes vacant, occasionally letting out weak groans.

Water stains and blood splatters covered the floor, with a few shards of broken pottery in the corner. The air reeked of a foul odor, clearly this foreigner had been tortured to the point of losing control of his bowels and bladder.

"; This......"; Mitsukawa's eyes widened, "; What's going on?";

Seeing Mitsukawa, Yamamoto Ichiro suddenly crawled over, grabbed his leg and burst into tears: "; Mitsukawa-san! Save me! There's a madman here! He... he......";

As he spoke, he couldn't get the words out, just trembling nonstop.

Mitsukawa's face turned extremely grim. He turned his head to look at Lin Yu, only to see this young patrol officer coldly smirking at them.

That gaze was like looking at two pitiful mice.

"; You......"; Mitsukawa was about to erupt.

"; I'm handing the person over to you."; Lin Yu cut him off, "; Remember, in Shen City, you foreigners had better tuck your tails and behave!";

Having said that, he turned and walked away, leaving Mitsukawa stunned and Yamamoto Ichiro trembling.

After a whole night of torment, this lesson, they would surely never forget.