The fury in Zuo Qing's eyes blazed as he abruptly drew the straight sword in his hand, its edge aimed at Elder Chen's brow. The pallid blade light reflected across the latter's face.
"No matter what you're hiding or what you intend to do, I only know that what you did nearly got over six hundred recruits killed and put one of Great Xia's finest Special Squads in danger...
"Your actions have completely violated the Night Watchmen's principles. You are a traitor to Great Xia!
"As you said, I am not Ye Fan. I will not be as indecisive as he is... Even if you are our teacher, I will not hesitate to torture you.
"Before that, I hope you will tell me voluntarily—where exactly is the Mask Squad?!"
Holding his teacup, Elder Chen calmly watched the blade before him and said flatly, "I told you, if you think you can get anything out of me, feel free to try."
Bang—!!
A cyan blade aura burst from Zuo Qing's straight sword, instantly shattering the teacup in Elder Chen's hand. Scalding tea mixed with leaves streamed down, leaving red welts across the back of Elder Chen's hand.
Even amid the surging blade aura, Elder Chen's expression did not change.
Zuo Qing stared fixedly at Elder Chen, his chest rising and falling violently. After a moment, he took a deep breath and sheathed his straight sword.
"Tell the interrogation team to get ready. I'm taking him back immediately." Zuo Qing took out his phone, gave several instructions to the person on the other end, and hung up.
He turned to look at Elder Chen, who still sat quietly in his chair, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Night Watchman Chen Lu, in the name of the Commander of the Night Watchmen of Great Xia,