The interrogation room was starkly lit.
The bald man, who claimed his name was Song Xu, slumped in his chair like a puddle of mud. He was drenched, and his eyes were unfocused.
It was clear he still hadn't recovered from that bizarre "ghost wall."
According to his statement, he'd spent years operating in the Wilderness Zones around Windless City, ambushing and robbing people. He'd spilled blood and was something of a desperado.
Ever since Jiang City's authorities had loosened the restrictions on Wilderness Martial Artists entering the city, he'd smelled a "business opportunity" and slipped into the bustling metropolis.
For convenience, he'd even set up a small forum on the local dark web, giving Wilderness Martial Artists like them—people who claimed to have seen blood and gained some "real-world experience"—a place to take jobs.
The man named Miao Ye had contacted him through that very forum.
Yu Lei read through the testimony that the clerk was rapidly transcribing, his frown growing deeper by the second.
He looked up at Song Xu, his tone tinged with disbelief. "You're saying Miao Ye only paid you fifty thousand credits, and you took the kidnapping job?"
"Y-yes... Yes, that's right!"
Song Xu nodded so vigorously his head seemed about to fall off, his fingers still trembling slightly.
He even kept his breathing shallow, afraid that a moment's delay in answering might bring disaster.
Now that he'd been caught, there wasn't a trace of his former arrogance left. He had just one thought on his mind: stay alive!
Whatever the interrogators asked, he obediently agreed. He didn't offer a single excuse and wished he could spill everything he knew.
For a moment, Yu Lei didn't know how to react.
Fifty thousand credits?
He quickly did the math. According to Wang Xiaoming, over the years