Interrogate the prisoner?
What kind of interrogation was that?!
You just killed him!
I've practiced medicine for decades. You think I can't tell whether someone's alive or dead?
The old doctor had a thousand objections, but he had no idea where to begin.
Faced with a Marine who could remain so calm after killing someone, he felt his scalp prickle. Cold sweat soaked his back, and he couldn't get a word out for a long while.
Vivi and Igaram looked disturbed too, but who could fault Loa? Were they supposed to use the Nefertari Family's reputation to pressure him? If they were that sort of people, they would have returned to the Holy Land long ago and become Dragon People in every sense.
Still, Loa showed no trace of arrogance. They felt there had to be more to this.
Sure enough, while everyone stood in silence, the middle-aged captain's corpse suddenly sat bolt upright on the hospital bed with a thump, its vacant eyes fixed on the wall ahead.
Even Igaram, a captain of the Guard, felt his scalp crawl, let alone the old doctor.
A corpse had sat up!!
What the hell was going on?!
Unfazed by everyone else's shock, Loa clapped his hands and said as if giving an order, "Now, tell everyone who you are."
The middle-aged captain seemed to hear him. His head turned slowly—and it really was only his head! Loa had snapped his neck, so the movement of the bones could not turn the rest of his body. Only the connecting muscles gave him the slightest semblance of turning sideways.
Those hollow, lifeless eyes stared straight at Loa. His mouth opened and closed for quite a while before he could form words.
"I am Centurion Dara Pomil of Baroque Works."
Hearing the corpse speak,