Interrogation Showdown

Great Demon Li hadn't even gone all out or brought out any of his methods, and someone in the interrogation room had already cracked first.

Who could have imagined that an ordinary bowl of oyakodon would hide such a profound secret?

The Japanese, who loved wistful melancholy and revered the beauty of impermanence, immediately fell for it. They didn't have the slightest resistance—their defenses against this sort of thing were clearly in the negatives!

If it had been a Chinese person, they would probably have picked their teeth with a toothpick and said, perfectly reasonably, "We're family, after all. Of course we should all go down together. Uh, not bad!"

They had family buckets and family stews. What was so special about family oyakodon?

After politely escorting the female officer out of the interrogation room, her eyes red and tears about to fall, Yamamoto Takeo gathered himself and asked once more, "Codename 666?"

It was actually one of the rules used in football and basketball. A high number indicated an unofficial, auxiliary participant—in other words, an amateur or a substitute. It could just as easily have been 667 or 668. When he'd chosen the codename, he'd come up with it on the spur of the moment. In China, 666 didn't mean Demon King. It represented "le le le"—lots of happiness.

As for the things Yamamoto Takeo wanted from him, he was simply imagining things.

Li Bai was only staying at a hotel close to the site of the incident, Kawasaki Industrial Port. In reality, he had absolutely nothing to do with the Oyashio-class submarine undergoing refitting there.

If this Public Security Department officer knew the truth, all he'd be able to say was, "I don't know whether I should curse or not."

"Yes!"

Li Bai readily admitted it. So what