A naval battle had just ended, and there were still plenty of matters for White Butcher to deal with. He was busy, and for the time being, he had no time to bother with Charlie.
Once he had finished handling everything at hand, White Butcher still had no chance to rest. Next came interrogating the prisoners of war and obtaining information about the Barton Empire as quickly as possible.
Obviously, White Butcher had never intended to obtain intelligence only from Charlie.
Intelligence still had to be compared.
However, more than three hundred and seventy prisoners had been captured this time. It was clearly impractical for him to interrogate them one by one.
Therefore, White Butcher directly ordered the officers among them to be brought out for him to interrogate. The ordinary soldiers were divided into batches and assigned to his subordinates for questioning.
They would first confirm the questions that needed to be asked, then compare the intelligence afterward, and that would be that.
There were not many officers, which greatly reduced the pressure on White Butcher.
When he finished interrogating the last officer and walked out of the tent, Charlie happened to be brought over by a personal guard.
The two sides brushed past each other. Charlie naturally recognized the other man and quickly realized that he had probably been interrogating his subordinates. His heart immediately sank.
[Fuck! After being captured, I was kept under solitary guard, so I have no idea how much this fellow knows now. If the answers I gave don't match up with everyone else's, wouldn't that prove outright that I was lying?!]
Needless to say, White Butcher had deliberately let Charlie see this scene.
Otherwise, he could have simply waited until he had finished interrogating the man and had him sent back before ordering