When the group arrived at the camp outside the station, Lin Qing was immediately surrounded by her teammates' concerned gazes.
"You're all right, aren't you?"
"How did you sleep for so long?"
Everyone chimed in at once. Teasing was one thing, but if something had truly happened to her, or if she had been forced to endure any unfair treatment, the members of Frontline Band clearly would not stand by and do nothing.
"No, no." Lin Qing replied sheepishly. "Maybe it had been too long since I'd slept in a proper bed, so I accidentally overslept."
"As long as you're fine." Li Bo cast a meaningful glance at Chen Xuan and the others. "May we hand the Gospel Faction member over for questioning now?"
Chen Xuan crooked a finger, and Wang Baihu and Jiang Siqi immediately escorted Ma Kang over. "Of course. But my people will be taking part too."
"Are you sure?" Li Bo raised a brow. "Young man, this process may not be so easy."
"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing." Chen Xuan looked unconcernedly at Ma Kang. "Besides, he might be willing to cooperate."
The so-called interrogation room was actually a maintenance tent. Inside were piles of dismantled weapons and motorcycle parts, as well as a small furnace and an automatic forging station. Several familiar faces had already gathered there, including Yellow Dog, who had taken them to the target location yesterday evening, and the mechanic Liu Yi.
The latter in particular had stripped to the waist, exposing a solid body of sinewy muscle. He repeatedly thrust two pairs of tongs into the furnace, keeping their tips red-hot. What they were meant for was obvious.
Ma Kang was pressed into an iron chair, his hands and feet tied down with ropes. The moment Wang Baihu tore