Jeff held his head in both hands and slowly looked up at Qin Feng.
Fear was already showing in his eyes.
"Mr. Qin Feng, is there anything you need me to do?"
His tone no longer carried its earlier arrogance.
Qin Feng snorted at that, then stood and walked toward the tent.
"Come with me!"
Jeff glanced around at the captives behind him.
Then he got up and followed.
Inside the tent, Qin Feng sat down in a chair, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette.
Jeff stood ramrod straight with his hands pressed against his trouser seams, barely daring to breathe.
"Talk. Tell me everything you know!"
Although Qin Feng had already more or less guessed who was behind this operation,
he still wanted to hear Jeff admit it himself.
At Qin Feng's words, Jeff's brow visibly tightened.
His nose twitched slightly, too.
Seeing this, Qin Feng sneered. "Let me remind you: don't make up lies and try to bluff your way through."
"I already have most of the information. I just want to see whether you're honest."
Jeff wiped the sweat from his forehead with his cuff.
He was genuinely nervous. To think he had arrived on the island today at the head of five thousand men, brimming with confidence.
In barely ten minutes, they had been routed, with over a thousand taken prisoner.
Cold sweat broke out across his forehead. If he refused to cooperate, he might very well die here.
Because the young man before him really did have ways of-
"Here's what happened, Mr. Qin Feng. When I received my orders, my assignment was to drive you out and then bring your Pokémon back."
"As for information from higher up, I can only speculate."
At this, Qin Feng took a deep drag on his cigarette.