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Killing and arson will ultimately lead to punishment, whether that punishment is death or life imprisonment. They had arrived at this place, trapped as if in a dead end, with no way out.
The interrogation room was equipped with special psychic ability monitoring devices, rendering any ability user inside powerless, like a tiger stripped of its fangs.
On the other side of the wall, Jiang Ming sat quietly in a chair, observing the six individuals confronting each other in the room across from him.
His long fingers rhythmically tapped on the armrest of the chair, his brow slightly furrowed, and his eyes filled with gravity.
This incident had been instigated by him, and according to regulations, he was not allowed to participate in the interrogation. He could only remain in this seemingly transparent yet isolated space, watching through the special glass wall. Guilt and helplessness weighed heavily on his heart.
Yan Qing glared at the three individuals, anger igniting in his eyes. He raised his voice, "Others have families too—children and parents. You think you’re capable just because you orchestrated a terrorist attack? I’ve looked into your past records; petty theft hardly qualifies as serious crime. But what you did this time is beyond excessive. I can’t guarantee death sentences, but life imprisonment is inevitable."
The gazes of those present swept over the three, filled with rage and sorrow.
Zhu Ye Qing swayed slightly, his face growing paler. The bamboo leaves on him rustled and fell to the ground. His lips trembled as he asked, "Are we going to die?"
Yan Qing smiled coldly, though there was no warmth in his expression. "If you tell me who ordered you to carry out these two terrorist attacks, I might consider reducing your punishment. After all, I’ve seen your methods; you’re not the masterminds—there’s someone else behind this."
Upon hearing this, the three exchanged glances filled with hesitation and struggle.
Finally, Lin Zhuang gritted his teeth, his cheeks puffing up as a flicker of determination crossed his eyes. He spoke up, "It was Nafiel Jenny who assigned us this task. As for Hei Yu, she instructed us to contact him. The real mastermind behind this is Hei Yu; we only intended to create a small explosion to incite panic among the crowd. We never meant for anyone to get hurt. But we didn’t expect what Hei Yu gave us would cause such devastation. We regret it deeply, but we’re already on this ship with no way back. If we try to withdraw… well, you understand..."
At this point, Zhu Ye Qing took over Lin Zhuang's words, fear evident in his eyes. "Hei Yu is an S-class ability user; no one knows his true psychic ability level. How can people like us resist him? We can only follow his orders blindly. And as for Nafiel Jenny—a lunatic like her? What leverage do we have to negotiate with someone like that?"
Zhu Ye Qing's voice grew fainter, like a candle flame about to extinguish. The air was thick with a sense of despair, spreading like an unstoppable tide of darkness throughout the Interrogation Room, making the confined space feel even more oppressive.
Each word that escaped his lips felt like it carried the weight of a thousand burdens, suffocating those who listened.
"Nafiel Jenny?" Yan Qing immediately retorted, his gaze sharpening like an eagle's, fixating on the three individuals as if he intended to pierce their souls. "Are you certain?"
Yan Qing's voice was deep and authoritative, echoing in the Interrogation Room like a tolling bell.
The three of them nodded vigorously, as if clinging to a final lifeline. Lin Zhuang spoke urgently, "We are sure it's her. She's currently vacationing on Chrislo Island in North America. We’re not lying."
Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his eyes reflected a complex mix of fear and anticipation.
Upon hearing this, Drui Feng raised an eyebrow, a flicker of determination crossing his features. He exchanged a glance with Yan Qing; no words were needed as they understood each other perfectly.
Drui Feng spoke in a deep, resonant voice, "I'll go notify them right now."
With that, he abruptly stood up, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. He strode toward the door with purpose, each step exuding a sense of urgency that matched his decisive nature.
As he exited, he briefly crossed paths with Jiang Ming, who sat nearby. Jiang Ming frowned slightly, her eyes filled with questions.
Drui Feng simply nodded seriously before hastily moving on, his hurried figure quickly disappearing down the corridor.
Jiang Wenyu paused for a moment, her exquisitely shaped brows knitting together slightly as a hint of confusion flickered in her eyes. Although she had no idea who Nafiel Jenny was, seeing the grave expressions on Yan Qing and Drui Feng made it clear to her that this person was significant and likely a formidable opponent.
She remained silent, her sharp gaze fixed on the three criminals before her, piercing through them as if it were a tangible force.
Her delicate features were now shrouded in an icy demeanor, radiating a chill that made it difficult for anyone to meet her eyes.
Yan Qing glanced at them, his expression carrying a hint of scrutiny. "Continue speaking. Include your methods and how you connected. Lay it all out clearly. If verified, I can request a reduction in your sentences from above."
Zhu Ye Qing seemed to see a glimmer of hope and quickly nodded vigorously. "I'll talk, I'll talk. You must do your best to help us lessen our punishment. Although Ability Users have long lifespans, we don't want to spend eternity in a cell. This situation was never our intention; the whole story is actually like this..."
He took a deep breath and began recounting the events. His voice trembled at first, but as he continued, it grew steadier, and a sense of relief flickered in his eyes, as if he had finally laid down a heavy burden that had been weighing on his heart.
An hour passed like flowing water, and Yan Qing and Jiang Wenyu stepped out of the Interrogation Room one after the other.
Yan Qing's expression was grave, as if he were contemplating some significant issue. His steps were slightly heavy, each one carrying the weight of serious information.
Jiang Wenyu gently bit her lip, her brow furrowed in concern as she followed closely behind Yan Qing. A trace of worry glimmered in her eyes.
They were fully aware of how to connect with Hei Yu and hand over the task to Nafiel Jenny. They had no idea how things were progressing on Drui Feng's side and hoped that their contacts far away in North America would receive the information and hurry over to check on Nafiel Jenny.
Of course, capturing her would be ideal; if not, any news about her would still be valuable since that woman was notoriously difficult to apprehend.
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