Master Bai! This Celestial Fox Spirit Is Asking For Divorce Chapter 109: Episode 9.12 Smiling Shen Yuan was the scariest

"Oh? I could see that you’re faring very well with your freedom cut from you. But are you sure you’re fine?" Shen Yuan leisurely picked up a pair of chopsticks and gave Haichong a teasing smile.

Nobody but the celestial fox spirit knows the catastrophe waiting to be unleashed behind those charming curved lips.

But the young man opposite the oga could feel it. And it awakens the sleeping mories of the white fla that once scorched his soul.

Behind his strong collected facade, his heart started beating fast and his palm beca increasingly sweaty as seconds passed.

"Your hands couldn’t hide their excitent after getting rid of the handcuffs. How adorable."

He then pushed a bowl of Mapo Tofu and rice forward, and said, "I researched a little about the food in Hunter Association’s prison and I learned that they are as bland as the ones in the hospital. Minimum spice and salt. Just enough nutrition to keep you alive."

"It must be unbearable right? So, here’s sothing that would bring color to your pale skin. It’s got the best mix of spiciness and numbing effect since it ca from an old traditional five-star restaurant," Shen Yuan then put a pair of chopsticks just in front of the person he was about to interrogate. "Co on. Eat with , Haichong."

"What the hell is this? It never occurred to that offering food and dining with your son’s kidnapper was a thing now," Watching all this happen through the one-way mirror, Mo Zhu mockingly comnted. His expression was stern as usual but behind his eyes lies smugness.

He cast a side glance at Bai Tingfeng, hoping to see any unfavorable expression on the alpha’s face.

But Bai Tingfeng’s face is as blank as a sheet of paper.

"Brother Tingfeng, Shen Yuan—" Mo Zhu was about to say that the oga that Bai Tingfeng married was a cold-blooded bitch who didn’t care a thing about their son and told him to don’t mind such horrible oga when Chairman Mao suddenly let out a loud laugh.

"Interesting, absolutely interesting," Chairman Mao’s voice was full of excitent.

Mo Zhu couldn’t help but furrow his brows. Why is Chairman Mao like this?

"I didn’t expect that a fashion model would know sothing that even professional interrogators may overlook, " Xia Jinhai said.

Direct confrontation, dominance, and deflection. These things are the most common words that co to people’s minds once interrogation is ntioned.

But what they sotis forget is that interrogation is another application of communication and to beco successful with it, a certain connection needs to be established.

Interrogators must first build rapport.

"The simplest things inside the interrogation room could build a connection between the two people inside. And if Shen Yuan was smart enough. Then he could use a simple bowl of Mapo Tofu to be a bridge between him and his suspect so that the latter will ultimately confess," Xia Jinhai explained. "A soft approach like this is sotis surprisingly effective to even the most vicious criminals. Empathy is a powerful weapon depending on who and how they wield it."

He’s been with the Intelligence Departnt of the Hunter Association, so he’s no stranger to interrogation thods. He must say that using food to gain an emotional connection with the suspect was a smart move coming from an amateur like Shen Yuan.

Besides, the other is an S-Class awakener. Their strength, pride, and guts made them difficult to crack once Shen Yuan resorted to a more aggressive thod.

Xia Jinhai paused his thoughts. But why does it feel like he was missing sothing important?

"But Mapo Tofu is saucy, so why use chopsticks instead of a spoon?" Xia Jinhai has this very minor intrusive thought that he couldn’t shake off since earlier.

Shen Yuan also took quite a lot of chopsticks. That is, if the other paper bag on Shen Yuan’s side is what he thinks it is.

Years might have passed, and a lot of things have changed since they got out of school, but so things stayed the sa. Shen Yuan is still hard to read.

It’s difficult for him to deduce Shen Yuan’s.

Xia Jinhai thought as he looked at the oga on the other side of the glass.

"I can’t be too sure about that," Bai Tingfeng chid in a deep, serious voice. That is his response to Xia Jinhai’s interpretation. "My husband isn’t that kind to use empathy towards that man. Not even a fake empathy."

"Was that an insult?" Chairman Mao asked jokingly.

Bai Tingfeng shook his head. Absolutely not. He just knew his husband well and he doesn’t mind even if Shen Yuan acted as the big devil here.

Gu Jinpeng, who was silently watching on the sidelines, couldn’t help but internally agree.

"It shouldn’t be the food that they are focusing on. They should be mindful of the bowl and chopsticks instead," the forr assassin thought, as his eyes were glued to the candid behavior of the oga.

He saw that kind of smile when Shen Yuan was interrogating him and it still gives him the chills.

"Master Shen is the scariest and the most dangerous when he smiles. The brighter he smiles, the more terrible his enemy’s fate becos," Gu Jinpeng murmured.

He really learned the hard way. And now soone is about to take their special lesson with Shen Yuan.

"Fuck you, Shen Yuan! Do you think I would give in just because you’re here with food? Damn you!" The man tried to channel his fear into a loud anger-filled roar.

But of course, Shen Yuan knew that this was nothing but an angry growl of a cornered old lion. A last attempt to create an opening and escape from him.

"And so I’m damned," Shen Yuan rolled his eyes. "You know what Haichong—"

"What did you just call ?!" The young man montarily forgot his deep-seated fear of this oga.

His pride as an S-Class summoner couldn’t accept that a stupid oga like Shen Yuan dared to call him nas! How dare he call him a fly?!

"Haichong? Oh, so you don’t want to be called nas. I see, let see what your real na is then..." Shen Yuan lazily scrolled the tablet as he fished out a cube of tofu with his chopsticks. "Gao Qiang?"

"What a very good na for a beta like you."

"Why? Do you think I don’t deserve to be nad as strong?" Gao Qiang begrudgingly asked to which Shen Yuan actively denied.

"Spare from nonsensical wars over secondary sex stereotypes. I don’t have the sa mind as you lot."

"Don’t be mistaken," Shen Yuan put the tofu in his mouth and munched it with relish. He even closed his eyes to let himself feast on the spiciness left on the tofu.

Seeing the nonchalant behavior of the oga before him. Made Gao Qiang’s anger reach its peak.

How dare this oga treat him like nothing when the feeling of getting his soul burned by that white fla haunts him even in his sleep?! It’s impossible to use words to describe his feelings right now.

Gao Qiang clenched his fist. It was wrong for Shen Yuan to act like nothing happened when he caused him to lose his freedom and practically everything he wished for.

"How was your son? Is he enjoying the life that was temporarily spared to him?" Gao Qiang/Haichong wiped away his anger and fear and replaced it with an arrogant smirk.

"That fucker!" Bai Tingfeng’s eyes turned gold, and he was about to charge inside the interrogation room if it weren’t for Admiral Wu Jin’s tily hold on Bai Tingfeng’s arm, ultimately stopping the alpha, who was about to go on a rampage.

"Calm yourself, Tingfeng! You’re not allowed to ddle in the ongoing interrogation! Why don’t you look at your husband and learn from him? He’s angry, but he’s calm because he knows that making that asshole talk is the priority, and that would help Yanyan more!"

Exactly when he said those words, Mo Zhu suddenly let out a shrill, frightened cry, catching their attention.

"Oh my god! What did he do?"

Admiral Wu Jin and Bai Tingfeng unwittingly traced the oga’s line of sight and realized that it was directed to where Shen Yuan was.

"Holy shit..." Admiral Wu Jin couldn’t help but curse as goosebumps started to form in his arms.

"It seems like I’m no longer needed inside, Bai Tingfeng coldly said. His husband finally vented his anger for him.

"Arghhh!" Gao Qiang squealed like a pig.

A pair of chopsticks are impaling his right hand to the table like a stake. One single movent of his hand and an indescribable feeling of pain instantly assaulted him. At this mont, he truly prayed that he was numb because of the searing sensation playing throughout his nerves.

"Fuck! The spicy sauce! The spicy sauce is burning my wound, Shen Yuan!"

He called the oga, who was now out of his seat and leaning in front of him. The sa person who stabbed his hand with the sauce-soaked chopsticks.

"Hey, human? Do you think that I care?" Shen Yuan’s expression was smiling just like earlier but this ti, the murderousness was very obvious through his fox-shaped eyes. "Everything starting before I stabbed you was your fault, you stupid fly. Did I allow you to talk about my son?"

"Did I?" Shen Yuan asked once again and in a very slow but extrely painful way, he rotated the chopsticks counterclockwise.

"Fuck! Arghh! Shen Yuan! This is fucking illegal, you bitch! Pull it out!" Gao Qiang roared. He didn’t eat a bit of the Mapo Tofu, but his entire face was sweating and bright red.

"Haven’t you heard? I have every right to do anything to you now. All my actions are legal given this for the sake of investigation." Shen Yuan said, smirking. "How is it? Can you feel the fad numbing effect of Mapo Tofu, you damned fly?"