Falamo was imprisoned in a room resembling a laboratory. His limbs were bound with Rune Shackles and Handcuffs, and his body was covered in tubes.
It looked like he had already been studied for quite some time.
All that remained was to slice him up!
He had awakened by now and lay there looking utterly dead inside, staring blankly at the ceiling.
He had deeply experienced humanity's terrifying other side.
Wang Teng walked up to him while the others remained outside.
For a moment, only he and Falamo were in the room, silently facing each other.
"Hello!" Wang Teng raised a hand in greeting, breaking the silence.
"..." Falamo had no intention of cooperating.
"Hey, brother, what's got you so worked up? Tell me. Share it with me," Wang Teng continued.
"..." Falamo.
"You're being very difficult. If you won't cooperate properly, you're making things hard for me," Wang Teng said quietly.
"..." For some reason, Falamo shuddered at that tone, a bad premonition rising in his heart. A true man knew when to bend and when to stand tall, so he finally opened his mouth and said hoarsely, "What do you want?"
"That's more like it." Wang Teng nodded with a smile. "If there's something to discuss, let's talk it over properly. Don't make it seem like we have some irreconcilable blood feud."
"..." Falamo.
He really wanted to say that they did have a blood feud—the kind where they wanted nothing more than to kill each other.
What exactly was wrong with this bastard's thought process?
Did he really think Falamo wouldn't hold a grudge after getting beaten up by him?
"Alright, I won't waste words with you." Wang Teng said, "Leniency for confession, severity for resistance. So... tell me honestly, what was your purpose in infiltrating the