Mighty soldier king (Peter Wang)

Chapter 66

"Now it doesn't make sense for me to hide it, so I'll tell you, okay?" Peter said with a sigh. "But you

have to promise that you'll keep it as a secret."

"Okay, tell me," the policewoman said, delighted but keeping a straight face.

"I'm the number one soldier king of the world. I got fed up with that kind of life though. Everyday, I faced

a threat on my life. Therefore, I decided to come back to my hometown, the Golden City. I was hoping I

could live a peaceful life as a normal person. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Peter said in a low voice, preventing anyone else from hearing his words.

"I don't know who that foreign killer is, but what I know is that he showed up to kill Miss Song. Believe

me or..."

"Shut up!" She wasn't convinced. "Stop shitting around. I don't want to hear your lies. Tell me the truth!

Number one soldier king? Hahaha. I won't be surprised if you were actually the number one killer, too."

"How did you know that?" Peter asked, appalled. "Would you ever consider yourself a killer too? Not a

lot of people know that I used to kill people."

"Stop talking!" She stood up and slapped the desk angrily. "Stop giving me nonsense! Tell me the

truth!"

"I just did!" Peter said innocently. "The foreign killer was sent by somebody to kill Bella Song. If you

don't trust me, you can ask Madam Mo. She'll vouch for me, for sure."

"Madam Mo?" The policewoman turned pale. She was afraid of Amelia. "You know Madam Mo?"

"Of course, I do. We've had dinner together. We even got a room after," Peter said proudly.

Pak!

The policewoman slapped the desk loudly in her anger again.

"You got a room with Madam Mo? Do you think I'm stupid? Bastard, if you don't want to tell me the

truth, then you can just stay here until you stop giving me your bullshit."

Fed up, she walked out of the room and left Peter to himself.

'How could Madam Mo get a room with him? She hates men! What a bad joke!' she thought.

"I'm telling you the truth! Come back!" Peter pleaded, trying to make her stay.

However, the woman still went, slamming the door behind her.

Peter's mouth fell. He wasn't lying at all. Why couldn't she just believe him? novelbin

He was going to convince the policewoman to transfer him to Amelia. Surely she'd believe him and let

him go.

Amelia knew about the bounty on Bella's head by Dark Hand. Apart from that, Frank wasn't even

seriously injured.

Peter didn't violate the law either. If Amelia were here, she would understand that there really wasn't a

good reason to detain him and she would for sure let him go.

However, it seemed that his plan failed.

It wasn't long before the policewoman returned to the interrogation room.

"So, you finally believe what I said?" Peter asked, almost crying for joy.

As he was going to request to get Amelia there, the policewoman interrupted him with a cold voice.

"Take him to jail."

Two policemen went in to grab Peter with the wave of her hand.

"How could you do this to me? I'm telling the truth! And I'm neither a criminal nor a suspect. You don't

have the right to put me in jail!"

Peter shouted as the policewoman ignored him totally.

Soon later, Peter was sitting in jail

locked up with other scary-looking men.

To his surprise, the guys were all kneeling down on a row by the wall with their hands on the back.

They also seemed scared.

A man was sitting on a bed in front of them, with a huge and threatening scar on his left face.

Peter immediately turned to the policemen on duty and said," Cops! I don't want to stay here with those

guys. I'm scared. Please set me free!"

'Cops?'

The two policemen got angry with how Peter addressed them, losing all compassion they had left for

him.

"Stay here!" The two policemen said without so much as a glance.

Peter almost burst into tears.

'Everything I did today failed miserably. Now I'm in jail. How stupid!'

Peter looked around. He knew that he was set up, either by one of the rich guys he offended or by the

policewoman herself.

The men in this room were suspects for severe crimes. Someone must have wanted them to be the

ones to teach him a lesson.

There was no way the man with the scar was a good person.

If the scar wasn't enough to show how vicious he was, the way the other criminals were gentle as

kittens around him would surely seal the deal.

Peter avoided his gaze, doing his best not to attract attention from anybody. He went straight to a

corner.

'They mind their business, and I will mind mine. I surely won't offend them if I keep quiet, ' Peter

thought.

However, it backfired.

"Newbie, come here and join these men. Kneel!" the scarred man said.

"What are you going to do with me?" Peter drew himself back a little more to the corner, acting like that

he was scared.

"My shoes are dirty, so come lick them clean," the man said arrogantly.

He was a brutal murderer who had killed dozens of people. He would most likely be sentenced to death

so he just made sure that he compensated himself by making the other inmates' lives miserable.

"Sir, please have mercy. You see, my tender skin couldn't bear any fight." Peter shrank his body more

and acted as if he would cry out soon.

"You want to refuse me, hmm? Since you don't want to come here, I'll be the one to come to you." He

stood up and started to walk towards Peter with a ghastly smile across his face.

He looked like a hungry maniac about to devour Peter.

'This newbie didn't lie. He really does have tender skin.Now that I would never be able to get a woman

anymore, I'd be happy to do it with a man with skin as smooth as him before I die, ' he thought.

"Don't come near me!" Peter felt like he wanted to throw up when he read the expression on the man's

face.

"Hey, kid, no one can hear you like that. You could shout louder, but nobody could rescue you," the

scarred man told Peter, drawing nearer. The man's smile and his eyes got bigger and bigger.

Shit!

Peter couldn't bear the sick stare anymore. He grabbed one of his shoes and threw it at the man.

"How dare you defy me?" The scarred man reacted quickly to dodge the hit, sneering. Then, he drove

a kick to Peter's stomach.