The Rumors Were True

Wen Xishu relied on sheer willpower and his thick hide to drag out the interrogation considerably.

By the time Xie Changfeng realized what was happening, it was already a little late.

He suddenly realized that he had let himself be provoked by words and made many pointless moves during the interrogation.

It had to be said, Wen Xishu was truly infuriating.

His words did little damage, but they were immensely insulting.

Of course, Xie Changfeng had encountered foul-mouthed people before. Usually, one beating was enough to make them behave.

But Wen Xishu's bones were tougher.

Even among all the people Xie Changfeng had interrogated, Wen Xishu absolutely counted as one of the toughest.

By now, Wen Xishu was covered in injuries, his body a mess of torn flesh. He could no longer open his eyes, yet his face still conveyed contempt.

Xie Changfeng was tired.

More importantly, even he realized that if he did not produce interrogation results soon, trouble would likely follow.

So he began ordering people to prepare an injection of truth serum for Wen Xishu.

Wen Xishu's mind was spinning and his consciousness was hazy, but even at a time like this...

He did not panic.

His mouth full of blood, he continued attacking Xie Changfeng with slurred words, keeping the same rhythm as before.

He knew this part could not be avoided.

But if he panicked now, he would expose a weakness.

Since childhood, Wen Xishu had understood one thing... he had to win by any means necessary. Even if he could not win, he had to make sure the other side did not enjoy their victory.

Still, he truly could not think of any more tricks.

His consciousness was so vague and ethereal that, from time to time, he could no longer tell reality from illusion.

Faintly, he seemed to hear... footsteps in the distance.

But the next moment, he saw the figure of a man. The man stood amid clouds and mist, his face impossible to make out, making only a gesture.

It was the gesture for silence.

"Xishu, keep it secret."

"From now on, let's play a game. Whoever speaks first loses."

It was as if he had returned to childhood. He nodded happily, his heart filled with the joy of his older brother wanting to play with him.

Were these Wen Xishu's memories?

For no apparent reason, Wen Xishu shifted from a first-person perspective to a third-person one again.

His consciousness truly was somewhat confused.

He suddenly thought that perhaps this body was like this—whenever it was in grave danger and felt utterly unsafe...

It would think of Wen Chaohua.

That person who could bring him a sense of security.

Wen Xishu felt an inexplicable hint of envy.

He was now the owner of this body, but he also had his own past.

Though he had accepted that he had transmigrated, he had not fully accepted himself in terms of self-identity.

A long time ago, Wen Xishu had also wondered what it would be like to have an older brother.

Would he take away half their parents' love, or half their hatred? Would he spare me from those terrifying experiences?

"Wen Xishu, what kind of help did Wen Chaohua give you?!"

"What's going on?! Is the truth serum not working on him? Increase the dosage!"

"Forget it. If he becomes an idiot, then he becomes an idiot. He was already an idiot to begin with. Give him more!"

Vague, distant voices came from afar.

It was like someone talking beneath a blanket. He could not hear them clearly, but he could seemingly sense the other party's fury and frustration.

Wen Xishu wanted to speak. He felt that the voice was gradually overlapping with Wen Chaohua and with every trustworthy person in his memories.

He gradually lost his ability to judge and thought of opening his mouth to answer the questions.

But that distant figure still stood in the clouds and mist, maintaining the gesture for silence.

Only, the mist grew thicker, and the figure became increasingly blurred.

At last, Wen Xishu heard what seemed to be a rather hearty laugh. But he truly had no energy left to think about what that laughter meant.

The medical personnel found it unbelievable.

After being injected with truth serum, this young man had actually managed to remain silent.

Following Xie Changfeng's orders, he had already increased the dosage somewhat. But now it seemed... the target still retained defensive instincts.

It was said that people who felt an extreme lack of security could possess a certain degree of resistance to truth serum.

But there was no scientific basis for that.

The effects of truth serum would make people unable to distinguish whether a voice came from someone trustworthy or from the interrogator.

In the end, under the guidance of that voice, they would reveal everything they knew.

Yet Wen Xishu had actually endured one round.

The medical officer could not help wondering, was there not a single person this young man trusted in his world?

He simply did not know Wen Xishu's experiences.

There were secrets hidden within his body that might be enough to warrant "dissection research," while the entire Wen family had been slaughtered.

Other than himself, the only one still alive was the super-criminal named Wen Chaohua.

In such an environment, he truly did not know whom he could trust.

But no matter what, he could not endure a second round.

The medical officer prepared to increase the dosage again.

Xie Changfeng suddenly grew nervous. That secret...

That secret all the higher-ups wanted to know might soon be revealed to him.

He swallowed and said:

"Quick! Don't stop!"

His sixth sense told him that he had to race against time.

But he was still too slow.

A hearty laugh rang out, and Xie Changfeng was immediately startled.

"Security Bureau brats! You've gotten lazy!"

A few seconds ago, the laughter had still been far away, but by the time the words ended, it had already reached them.

Occasional muffled groans could also be heard. Those were the guards' voices.

Xie Changfeng wanted to instantly cry out, "Enemy attack!"

But when he saw the old man's face, he could not say it.

"Looking at you, it seems you didn't get anything out of him? Hahahahahaha..."

The old man laughed heartily.

Xie Changfeng's expression turned ugly. He recognized who this person was. He had never expected such a figure to appear here.

Albert Napolitano.

The man rumored to have climbed to the ninetieth floor of Slaughter Tower.

"Doctor, has this kid been injected with truth serum?" Albert already knew the answer.

One look at Wen Xishu's unfocused eyes told him that the Security Bureau no longer cared about the health of a man who had rendered meritorious service.

His smile gradually disappeared, freezing into an expression of considerable pressure as his gaze sharpened.

"What happened to your human rights above all else?"

The doctor knew who Albert was, but he had never met him and did not know that the man before him was the legend of the Bunker. He only felt a numb weakness in his knees, as though he were about to kneel.

"He... he was injected. The dosage was even increased, but... but we still haven't gotten anything from him."

It was as if the person injected with truth serum was not Wen Xishu, but the doctor himself. Facing this old man, the doctor instinctively told the truth.

He had thought Albert was about to explode, but Albert burst into hearty laughter again.

"Hahahahaha, very good, very good. He didn't crack at all. This kid's got good foundations, doesn't he?"

"All right, thank you for testing him. I need to take him away now. Three Towers Academy still has one enrollment spot left."

He patted the doctor's shoulder in a rather friendly manner. He did not use any force, yet both the doctor and Xie Changfeng were stunned.

They had not seen how Albert had instantly moved from the doorway to the doctor's side.

At that moment, Xie Changfeng could not help recalling the rumors about Albert.

Slaughter Tower, Desire Tower, and Strange Tower could all grant sequences and certain attributes.

But none of those attributes could be brought into the Bunker. No matter how dominant you were in the Three Towers...

Once you returned to the Bunker, you could only be an ordinary person.

That was why so many people had established extraordinary achievements in the Bunker, only to return and still suffer exploitation from the higher-ups.

So people believed that the Three Towers Game was merely a game and that everything was virtual, aside from the material rewards.

Yet there was a claim circulating within it: if someone could break through to the ninetieth floor of a tower...

They might be able to bring the attribute panel from the Three Towers into reality in a certain proportion.

At the same time, they could vanish from the Ladder Ranking, becoming impossible to inspect and turning into so-called "hidden masters."

Most people believed this claim was merely a tactic to encourage people to enter Slaughter Tower.

Though everyone loved rushing into Desire Tower, if abilities could be brought into reality, people would be more inclined to choose abilities from Slaughter Tower.

Because those were genuine abilities that could intimidate others.

In short, many people, including Xie Changfeng, did not believe this claim was true.

Until this moment, as Xie Changfeng looked at Albert Napolitano, he suddenly realized...

Perhaps part of the rumors was true.

This man truly could use a portion of the Three Towers' power within the Bunker.