"You're Dr. Feranchi, aren't you?" Song Haoran asked, looking at the old man, though he already knew the answer.
Dr. Feranchi looked back at Song Haoran, shocked and uncertain. It wasn't that he had never seen an Eastern face before, but the fact that someone with an Eastern face was part of this country's government made him feel extremely strange.
That was exceedingly rare.
"You know me?" Dr. Feranchi frowned.
Song Haoran said casually, "Doctor, I'm with the National Security Bureau. I've seen the files on all the important figures in the country, so I was able to recognize you."
His mind began working rapidly. Soon, he had woven together a complete explanation—not a perfect one, but given the current circumstances, it was sufficient.
"We've been monitoring these criminals for some time and have been keeping a close eye on their movements," Song Haoran said quickly. "The leader of this group is the son of the former leader of the Imperial Capital Command. He's an extremely dangerous criminal. They've taken over the entire theater and want to negotiate with the government."
"The Imperial Capital Command!" Dr. Feranchi cried out in shock. He clearly knew the gang's reputation. In fact, no one in this country was unaware of how terrifying the Imperial Capital Command was.
"How could this happen? How could this happen... It shouldn't be. This time, I..." Dr. Feranchi muttered to himself, his confusion growing increasingly intense.
"Let's set that aside for now, Doctor. Besides you, is there anyone else hiding here?" Song Haoran suddenly asked.
Dr. Feranchi answered instinctively, "I got separated from Mr. Billy in the chaos. But he had bodyguards with him. I don't know what happened to him now."
"Mr. Billy... Which Mr. Billy?" Song Haoran asked.
Dr. Feranchi opened his mouth. "Of course, the