The cold Interrogation Room.
Like two villains, Yuan Qingshan and Qi Changshan went in with sinister grins and came out fuming.
They huddled furtively for a while, then went in and came out again.
"That bastard really knows how to keep his fucking mouth shut!"
"Getting him to confess in a single day is impossible. We'll have to wear him down."
"Once he's completely drained, he'll talk."
Yuan Qingshan spoke with some resignation, his hands gesturing in front of his chest. (Have you found that guy?)
"Someone like him isn't realistically going to spill everything in one day."
A reply came in gestures. (There are three possible targets. Nothing confirmed yet.)
"Mm. Leave the Evil Cult's other small fry alone for now. Let's wait on this guy."
Yuan Qingshan nodded. (Move fast. Try to have everything settled by the end of the Freshman Competition.)
Qi Changshan gestured. (All right.)
As the two old foxes talked, they worked on two things at once.
The second matter, however, was handled very discreetly.
Even when they signed, they used their bodies to block the view.
"Everyone, the Freshman Competition is drawing to a close. Do you have any suggestions for the Team Competition?"
The familiar office.
The middle-aged secretary looked at everyone as he asked.
Yuan Qingshan drawled, "What suggestions do we need? Each academy sends five people up there to fight. That's it."
"Elder Yuan, everyone has seen Yu Sheng's strength."
"How would that be any different from handing Ink Academy the championship trophy outright?"
A middle-aged man frowned slightly. "I think the most important purpose of the Freshman Competition is to temper the students. Now..."
Yuan Qingshan looked at them and scoffed. "That's your logic?"
"They're all about the same age, and five people can't beat one."
"So you think