Wu Heng turned and looked toward the field zones shown on the other screens. Two more points of light had appeared—one dark red, the other orange-red—representing a demon and an angel respectively.
The third and fifth response teams would handle those two.
"Looks like the fish are starting to bite," Wu Heng said softly.
The interrogation room was located underground at the center of the field zone. The walls were covered in runes that absorbed sound waves and energy. Adler was shackled to a specially made chair, the drugs leaving him weak but conscious.
David walked in and greeted Wu Heng. He would handle this interrogation.
He was not wearing a Demon Hunter Guild uniform, only simple black casual clothes. Pulling over a chair, he sat across from Adler and got straight to the point:
"Name, unit, mission objective."
Adler stared at him coldly without saying a word.
David grinned. "I like guys like you."
He used every kind of Punishment available in the interrogation room. Even an angel could not endure such pain, yet this man stubbornly refused to utter a single word.
Seeing this, Wu Heng signaled for David to stop for the moment.
He stepped forward and raised his right hand beneath Adler's mocking, unyielding gaze. The glove appeared, though this time he did not activate any energy, merely keeping it visible.
"You recognize this, don't you? Raphael sent you here not just to scout, but also to confirm the glove's condition, right?"
Adler's eye twitched almost imperceptibly.
"Looks like that's the case." Wu Heng lowered his hand. "Then let me tell you: the glove is fine, I'm fine, and the Demon Hunter Guild is doing even better. Your trap that day not only failed to hold me, it gave me the opportunity to build all of