Inside a cabin in the mountains, Russell casually threw Silver Surfer to the ground. He turned down Supergirl's volunteered offer to interrogate him, saying he was an old hand at this sort of thing.
Just as he cracked his knuckles and prepared to unleash a combo on Silver Surfer, he suddenly sensed an icy stare at his back.
What's wrong now?
Russell stiffly turned his head and saw Supergirl's unhappy expression. He swallowed. "What is it? If you insist on conducting the interrogation, you can do it."
"No, I just remembered something and thought I'd hear your explanation while I was at it."
"Go ahead!"
"Remember when we first met? It was during a Team Battle. The assassin on your team, Jian Shaoxin, was captured alive by you. By the time I arrived, she was covered head to toe in yogurt. That was an interrogation too, right? I couldn't tell—you really had quite a few tricks up your sleeve!"
Supergirl sneered repeatedly. Men really were all pigs. He looked so composed and upright on the surface, yet the moment her back was turned, he was teasing young, pretty girls—and he looked awfully practiced at it.
A cold sweat trickled down Russell's forehead. He had nearly forgotten about that old mess, but he forced himself to explain. "The situation demanded it. I was curious about your experiences in the Main God Space, so I captured her to get information..."
"Since she was your teammate, I didn't use the tiger bench or chili water. I just scared her with yogurt, and then she confessed everything."
At that point, Russell suddenly had an idea and immediately turned the tables. "Now that you've brought it up, I'd like to hear your explanation too. That girl was a lesbian. She'd been harboring improper intentions and