The Demon's Verbal Barrage

The Face-Off

As for who was interrogating whom, the situation felt completely topsy-turvy.

"..."

Yamamoto Takeo and Nakajima Ritsumin looked at each other.

It was hard to imagine how the guy across from them had pulled it off.

Both sides were experts at shifting the blame, but judging by how things stood, Li Bai was clearly the more skilled of the two. He had Yamamoto Takeo firmly beaten, whether in presence or in controlling the pace.

This wasn't an ordinary trap. It was a bottomless pit that would swallow you whole!

The interrogation room fell silent for a long time.

A few minutes later, Yamamoto Takeo finally broke the silence, furious and humiliated.

"Bastard! You're a spy, so you should know what that means. I'm telling you, even if I shot you dead right here, nothing would happen to me."

That was an outright threat.

Li Bai kept his hands propping up his chin and replied unhurriedly, "First, it's not certain you could kill me. Second, if you dare lay a hand on me, your parents, your siblings, and your elders—all your blood relatives within three generations—will be killed. They might even dig up your ancestral graves and scatter your remains to the winds."

Go on, then. Try hitting me!

In fact, Yamamoto Takeo's threat was empty bluster. He couldn't actually carry it out.

But Li Bai's threat, on the other hand, could very well become reality. He only had to mention it in passing, and the Qing Tian Zaibatsu would probably be more than happy to take care of it.

After all, they were separated by bulletproof glass and stainless-steel bars. A careless pistol shot could easily ricochet and hit the shooter.

Whether or not he hit Li Bai, things would spiral completely out of control. Li Bai had