"Ha!" Upon hearing this, Marvin Ma just burst out in a scornful laugh. "Kid, drop the act. Stop trying to play mysterious here."
"Is that so? Then take a look at this—what do you think it is?"
"Snap!"
Ian Song tossed a red military officer's ID onto the interrogation table.
Harvey Yin instinctively picked up the officer's ID and flipped it open, his eyes scanning quickly until they landed on the rank section. He couldn't help but laugh, then looked at Ian with mocking amusement: "Kid, you did a pretty good job forging this officer's ID. Too bad you're just a clown, huh?"
"Hahaha!"
Harvey Yin couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Kid, you just keep getting more interesting."
Ian smiled, reached out with one hand, and instantly, the two IDs Harvey had tossed into the corner of the interrogation room flew back into his grasp.
Seeing this, both Harvey Yin and Marvin Ma were stunned.
"Snap!"
At the same time, Ian flexed his wrists, and the handcuffs locked around him suddenly snapped apart.
"Bang!"