"Impressive, Blackfang. You truly are incredible."
Outside the room, cheers erupted. Five people were already bound by ropes—they were all lower-level administrators from the region overseen by Rachel Lan. Louis Luo was still frozen, while the other four had their eyes covered.
It's strange—here, we can't use Ghost Network to pierce their bodies. I tried relying on instinct, but it was completely useless.
The four have been fully interrogated—a bit of threat, and they confessed everything. But not a single piece of intel about the Emperor God.
"Looks like these guys don't know much either. The only one left is this guy—the chief of police."
Ray Lin said, then Julian Zhu pulled the other four down and drew the curtains. I raised my hand, the sound of cracking echoed—the black ice encasing Louis Luo began to split, slowly breaking apart.
With a bang, the ice shattered, turning into swirling black mist that gradually faded away.
"I won't say a word."
Louis Luo had just recovered, and spoke resolutely.
"Heh, leave it to me, Ethan Zhang."
Zhou Fulai walked over and grabbed Luo Chi by the collar.
"If you won't talk, I have my ways to make you speak. After all, you lot are condensed from Yin energy, aren't you?"
As Zhou Fulai spoke, he glanced at Deathcurse. Deathcurse nodded. Suddenly, Luo Chi grabbed Zhou Fulai's arm, flung him across the room, and with a crash, Zhou Fulai slammed into the table.
"Damn it, are you looking for death?"
Zhou Fulai roared in fury, stood up, and black, water-like tendrils wrapped around his arms.
"Soon, I'll make you wish you were dead. We'll see if you talk then."
With a sudden motion, Luo Chi stood up. With two swift sounds, two short blades slipped from his sleeves into his hands. He glared at Zhou Fulai.
"If you're coming, then hurry up. Even if I die, my answer won't change—I'll never say a word."
Luo Chi said this, shot me a glance, and flashed a contemptuous smile.
"Something's happened."