Ceres Internal Affairs Department, underground interrogation room.
The room was barely ten square meters, its four walls completely covered in thick steel plates, with no windows in sight.
A lone hanging lamp dangled from the ceiling, its glass bulb casting a ghastly pale light.
Ronan sat in a heavy steel chair, facing the icy interrogation table.
At this moment, his wrists and ankles were locked in a pair of bronze shackles.
These shackles were not ordinary instruments of torture, but special supernatural equipment. Their surfaces were etched with countless runes capable of firmly suppressing a supernatural being's powers.
No matter how powerful a supernatural being was, whether spellcaster or supernatural warrior, once shackled, they were no different from cripples.
They no longer posed any threat.
Such alchemical equipment was naturally precious, but to the Internal Affairs Department, it was nothing at all.
That was because the Invia Internal Affairs Department was an important branch directly under the Royal Cabinet. Not only did it wield immense authority, it also possessed a powerful armed force under its independent command.
Including a group of elite supernatural beings loyal to the kingdom!
It was said that the Internal Affairs Department's underground prison was the nightmare of countless supernatural beings. Once captured and imprisoned there, escape was absolutely impossible!
Ronan had just been brought from the Fourth Precinct to this interrogation room.
Bang!
A thick stack of documents was slammed heavily onto the table, interrupting Ronan's thoughts.
Jenkins, an Internal Affairs Department investigator, appeared before him once more.
A cruel gleam flickered in the dark green eyes of the man in black. Like a feral cat that had caught a mouse, he was considering how best to toy with and torment his prey.
The investigator sat down across from Ronan.
He did not begin interrogating