"You at least know how many people are in the Soul Hunt Team, right?"
Yuan Qingshan asked with some anticipation.
The young man shook his head again. "It's always been one-to-one contact..."
Disappointment covered Yuan Qingshan's face as he exchanged a look with Qi Changshan.
"Not much value here."
"Toss him next door. Let him watch the fun."
"Otherwise, all this trouble was for nothing."
Yuan Qingshan spoke in a hollow voice.
Qi Changshan nodded. Without another word, he stood up and dragged the young man away.
"No!"
"I'm still useful! I really am!"
"I can help you catch the Evil Cult! I'm really good at catching them!"
"A lot of them communicate electronically. If I sift through one city at a time and follow the threads, I might be able to root out a whole bunch of Evil Cult members!"
"Believe me! I'm the Evil Cult's nemesis!"
The young man was still screaming his heart out.
Yuan Qingshan considered this briefly. "If you can root out the Evil Cult, why can't you root out the Soul Hunt Team?"
"They know I'm good with networks, so they write letters and use newspapers!"
"What am I supposed to do?"
The young man wanted to cry but had no tears. He wanted to explain further, but didn't know what else to say.
Yuan Qingshan nodded. "All right. We'll consider whether to give you a chance to join the Ink Pavilion."
"Wait for the organization to test you."
With that, Yuan Qingshan stood up.
Qi Changshan casually tossed the young man back into the room.
The two closed the door and left.
Only the young man remained, sitting on the floor. He let out a long breath, feeling very much as though he had narrowly escaped death.
*What kind of fucking interrogation