Let None of Us Win!

New Glass Island, Red Queen District, inside the Bureau of Supervision.

Stripped down to nothing but his shorts and undershirt, the middle-aged man still looked resolute, but now he seemed somewhat bewildered.

He sat alone in the middle of a glass cell transparent on all six sides.

The sturdy glass panels were filled with layers of intricate silver-white patterns, making them look like some extremely expensive luxury product.

Under the suppression of that radiance, the extraordinary power within his body was almost completely unusable.

His hands were bound in front of him, his wrists locked together by a hollow silver-white triangle. From behind him hung four or five tentacle-like vines, arranged in a row and attached to the back of his head and spine, rendering him completely numb from the elbows down.

Opposite him sat several Avalon people in uniform, their expressions stern.

"—I'll ask you one more time. Why did you kill him?"

The other party's voice was extremely loud, echoing and reverberating through the glass cell. The roar was like a dragon's cry, making the middle-aged man's scalp prickle and his heart tremble. The intense fear caused him to shudder uncontrollably.

Yet unlike the inexplicable fear that had surfaced in his heart, the middle-aged man was not particularly flustered.

He remained silent and did not answer.

There was a reason for his composure.

He could clearly sense that although these people looked fierce and menacing, they did not possess the slightest killing intent. That was completely different from the situation in Black Eagle.

When faced with such circumstances, Black Eagle people usually resorted to torture.

Typically, they used one of two methods. For suspects whose limbs needed to remain intact, they would fasten them inside a metal cage that allowed no movement, then place it in the dark