He swung a fist, landing it hard on Dirk Carter's head.
The punch was so strong that if Dirk hadn't been fastened to the interrogation chair, he might have been knocked flying.
"You think I won't hit you? What a joke! Dirk Carter, you think you're still a section chief? Let me tell you, after today, you're nothing!"
He thought Dirk would yield after seeing his toughness.
Unexpectedly, Dirk just spat in response.
With a cold voice, he asked, "So, police hitting people feels so weak, like you haven't eaten?"
Still being stubborn?
Eldric Dutton's anger boiled over.
He turned around, fetched an electric baton, and once he turned it on, sparks flew everywhere.
"There's still time to apologize now,"
Eldric Dutton said.
Faced with Dirk's disdain,
he finally made his move.
The first jab of the electric baton hit Dirk's arm.
A strong electric current surged through his body, and for a moment, Dirk nearly fainted.
Even so,
he kept swearing.
