"If there's nothing else, then..."
Usually, lines like that meant someone was about to slip away... The armed man casually stood up, but the moment he rose, his expression changed slightly.
Handcuffs suddenly sprang out of the chair, trapping both his hands!
The armed man instinctively struggled, only to discover that the spiritual power throughout his body had fallen silent... His expression darkened as well. "You?"
"This is the latest product developed by the South Heaven Gate's technical department." Ye Yan smiled casually. "A restraint folding stool disguised as an ordinary stool. Its main selling point is portability."
"Is this all the South Heaven Gate can invent? Boring junk?" The armed man rolled his eyes.
"Sorry for the trouble, Thief Marshal." Ye Yan rose to his feet. "If I can capture the world-famous Thief Marshal Chu Ge with such a simple method, why wouldn't I? You'll just have to stay here for now. Don't worry, I won't reveal your identity to the public for the time being."
As he spoke, while the man was distracted by his anger, Ye Yan struck his chest seven times in rapid succession.
"What are you doing?" The man was startled.
"My personal Meridian-Severing Palm." Ye Yan said calmly, "It's only a simple stool, after all. Who knows whether it can really restrain the Thief Marshal? Consider this an extra precaution."
With that, Ye Yan ignored the man's reaction and walked out of the temporary interrogation room.
"Keep a close watch on this room. Don't let anyone in. Also, check inside once every half a tea-cup's time." He immediately instructed his subordinates outside the door. "For the next interrogation, have the people from the painted boat prepare another room..."
"Oh, right, my lord. While making inquiries just now, I heard that three days ago, Yin