1558 They’re Quite Amiable
Valmont was locked in a room that resembled a laboratory. His limbs were bound by rune covered chains, while tubes were all around his body.
It seemed that he had been examined for some time.
All that was left was to cut him up.
Valmont was awake, lying there hopelessly, staring at the ceiling as if there was nothing worth living for.
He had experienced the scary side of the human race.
Wang Teng walked in; the others remained outside.
It was just him and Valmont in the room looking at each other for a while.
“Hello!” Wang Teng waved and broke the silence.
Valmont didn’t want to cooperate, staying silent.
The young hero could only continue. “Hey, brother. If there’s something on your mind… anything you’re not satisfied with, you can tell me.”
Valmont: …
“This isn’t good. I’ll be in a pinch if you don’t cooperate,” said the former in a sly tone.
The captive had a bad feeling when he heard that undertone. Those able to move according to the circumstances were the ones that prevailed, so he said with a hoarse voice, “What do you want?”
“That’s more like it.” Wang Teng nodded and smiled when he saw the other speak up. “We can always talk things through. Don’t act like we have a blood feud.”
Valmont: …
He was tempted to say that they did have one, enough to go after each other’s throats.
How is this bastard’s brain wired?
Does he really think I won’t bear a grudge after being beaten up by him?
“All right, I’ll stop with the nonsense,” Wang Teng said, “There’s leniency to those who confess and severe punishment when there’s resistance, so… come clean. What’s your objective for sneaking in the League of Talents?”
“I told you before. I came here to kill talents from the human race.” A cold smile appeared on Valmont’s face.
“You want to kill us with that strength of yours? Who gave you the confidence?” The righteous hero said calmly.
Valmont’s face turned dark.
He wasn’t weak. Wang Teng was just a monster.
The fellow even possessed light Force, which directly countered his dark Force.
The scaled man could feel his scalp tingle when he thought about the light-element techniques the hero had used in battle.
“You’re not the only mixed blood participating in the League of Talents, right?” Wang Teng rubbed his chin.
“I don’t understand what you’re saying.” Although it didn’t show, there was a trace of panic in Valmont’s eyes.
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t admit it. I have a way to make you speak,” the hero said.
“What are you trying to do?” The captive’s heart skipped a beat as he glared at his questioner.
“Don’t be nervous. It’ll be over soon; it won’t hurt.” A strange red light flashed in Wang Teng’s eyes, piercing straight into the scaled fighter’s.
“You…” Valmont only had a chance to utter that one word. He then felt a powerful spirit enter his mind as he lost consciousness. His eyes looked glazed.
Bewitch!
Wang Teng used his charming skill after scanning the room for any surveillance techniques.
Everyone had secrets, and outsiders would generally not pry into his. That was especially so for his military backers, since they wouldn’t do such things.
Even so, Wang Teng couldn’t guarantee that the invigilators present wouldn’t act. He scanned the room just as a precaution.
‘Bewitch’ was a spirit technique able to control others. It was best not to expose it, since it could draw unnecessary attention.
After the skill took effect, the scaled warrior naturally answered all his questions, quickly spilling all the information.
However, Valmont wasn’t aware if there were any other mixed bloods like himself in the competition; none of them had any direct contact. Furthermore, that was just his own guess.
The dark apparitions are very cautious! Wang Teng thought.
Aside from that, he obtained a shocking piece of information: a fair amount of mixed bloods had already entered their world in silence.
Many of them retained the traits of the original race, only having half of the dark bloodline. It was hard to tell by appearance alone.
They would look like regular beings from the light faction if they used special means to conceal their bloodlines and the dark Force in their bodies. This made detection extremely hard.
It was a difficult problem!
Wang Teng didn’t expect to obtain such information from his casual questioning.
Relaying his findings to General Fu Xinglan and the others was an urgent matter.
He shook his head and left the room in a hurry.
Major Maxwell saw him exit the room and immediately asked in a soft voice, “Colonel Wang Teng, are you done with your interrogation?”
“I’m done. Let’s go back,” the young official replied.
Maxwell nodded, not probing further. The matter about mixed bloods was classified; he didn’t have clearance for such information.