The chef finally felt frightened. He glared at him viciously, "Do you even have any respect for the law?"
"Do you think someone like you is worthy of discussing the law with me?" Leng Youchen stood up and dusted off his slightly wrinkled clothes, "France doesn't practice the death penalty, no matter how big a crime you commit, you can still live well, why is that?"
The man's cold tone made the chef's legs go weak. He knew how difficult this man was to deal with; if he said he would make him suffer, he certainly would. The chef gritted his teeth, "You think I'm afraid of you? If you have the ability, kill me then."
"Dead?" Leng Youchen looked down at him, "Killing you would be too easy?"
After speaking, he turned and walked towards the iron door. "Before I walk through that door, you still have a chance to confess. Once I step outside, you're on your own."
