Douluo Dragon King: I'm creating a golden age behind the scenes!

Chapter 95 Interrogation, One of Our Own People?

Behind the one-way soul-guided glass mirror, Xu Ziqian stood with his hands behind his back. Through the specially made mirror, he stared at Tang Wulin, the black-haired youth who was firmly imprisoned in a metal chair by specially made soul-guided shackles, as if he were admiring a caged beast.

At this moment, the specially made soul power suppression shackles on his body not only locked his limbs, but the miniature soul guidance array embedded in them was also specially made for him. It continuously released high-frequency energy pulses, precisely suppressing the surging Golden Dragon King blood and soul power core in his body, so that the power that was enough to tear apart fine steel could only futilely stir up tiny dark blue ripples on the surface of the shackles.

Looking at the soul guidance screens in the other rooms, Xu Ziqian's lips curled into a faint, yet amused, smile.

"They're all acquaintances!"

Since Shrek Academy lost Devil Island as a natural testing ground two years ago, it has been eager to send its group of inner-court fledglings with an excessive sense of "justice" across the entire continent.

In recent years, he has had many reports on a group of "mysterious people" who, under the guise of "honor" and "peace," have been "robbing the rich to help the poor" (in reality, they are stealing or destroying the research results painstakingly developed by various federal forces).

This is typical Shrek Academy style of doing things, this reckless disregard for consequences, and that iconic Blue Silver Grass martial soul—

Ha, who else could it be but this "chosen one" and his friends?

It's a pity that Gu Yuena, the vice-captain among these seven, was not among this group because she was a personal disciple of the Heavenly Phoenix Douluo and had left Shrek Academy two years ago due to the early establishment of the Spirit Transmission Academy.

The atmosphere inside the interrogation room was so oppressive it was suffocating.

The cold metal walls reflected a stark white light, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant and ozone, a faint energy field.

The interrogator was an unremarkable middle-aged man, wearing the research department's standard gray uniform, codenamed "".

"Old Chen".

His face was expressionless, but his eyes were like the sharp edge of an ice-cold blade, piercing and steady.

"Name, age, which faction do you belong to?" Old Chen's voice was devoid of any emotional fluctuation, but his interrogation experience was extremely rich. His first question went straight to the heart of the matter, his gaze fixed firmly on Tang Wulin's face.

Tang Wulin sat on the cold metal chair. The specially made soul-guided shackles not only locked his wrists and ankles, but the embedded miniature soul-guided arrays were like countless cold needles, continuously piercing his meridians and precisely suppressing the surging Golden Dragon King blood and soul power core within his body.

He tried to exert his strength secretly, but every surge of soul power or blood energy was directly blocked and suppressed at the critical moment, and the resulting rebounds made his bones ache and his blood energy surge.

[This thing—it's like it was tailor-made for me!] He was secretly shocked, but he tried his best to keep calm on his face, even squeezing out a trace of the bewilderment of a "naive boy".

With a slight movement of his eyes, a bold plan instantly took shape.

He immediately adopted the demeanor of an innocent, naive boy who had "gone astray," his eyes clear (at least that's what he thought), his tone ingratiating and eager: "Uncle, my name is Qian Gu Yinming, I'm 18 years old, and I'm a disciple of the Qian Gu family of the Spirit Pagoda." He deliberately imitated the tone of some spoiled brats from his memory, striving for authenticity.

"Eternal Silver Brilliance?" Old Chen's eyebrows twitched extremely slightly, his voice infusing with just the right amount of...

"Surprised," as if hearing a name that resonates like thunder, "Could it be—you are the peerless genius of the Qian Gu family, hailed as one in a hundred years?"

"The Martial Soul Dragon Staff has mutated. That person reached the Soul King realm at the age of sixteen?" He even leaned forward slightly, showing an "unbelievable" respect.

Tang Wulin's heart skipped a beat! [What! Could there really be such a person as the name I made up on the spot? And he sounds so amazing?!] The huge "surprise" instantly overwhelmed his mind.

He nodded vigorously, his face beaming with the pride of being recognized: "That's right! Uncle, you know me?"

"I'm the one you're thinking of!"

As he spoke, he puffed out his chest, trying to show the arrogance that a young "genius" should have.

"Oh dear! My apologies!" Old Chen's face instantly plastered with a fawning smile. He rubbed his hands together, his tone as enthusiastic as if he had met an idol he had admired for years. "Young Master Qian Gu! Last time, our research department's soul-guided energy core almost melted down. It was thanks to the generous donation from the Tower Master Qian Gu that we were able to overcome the crisis! You are our great benefactor!"

Lowering his voice and leaning closer, adopting a confidant demeanor, he asked, "Young Master Qian Gu, may I ask what secret instructions you have for visiting our humble place so late at night?"

As he spoke, he deliberately emphasized the word "secret," his eyes filled with an "I understand" implication.

Tang Wulin was overjoyed! [They've taken the bait!]

So he quickly suppressed his excitement, and, imitating the other person, lowered his voice and said in a serious tone, "Shh! Uncle is a sensible person!"

This time, I am indeed acting on the orders of the Tower Master to carry out a—well, a very important secret mission! A secret mission! You understand?

As he spoke, he imitated Old Chen, emphasizing the word "secret" and glancing around with a "solemn" look, as if he had some truly important secret.

"A secret mission? Oh—! I get it! I understand! I completely understand!" Old Chen nodded repeatedly as if suddenly realizing something, his face filled with the sentiment of "we're all in the same boat." "We, the Spirit Pagoda and the Research Department, are one family! Family doesn't need to speak in such a formal way!"

For the next few minutes, the atmosphere in the interrogation room became unusually "harmonious".

Old Chen began to recount incessantly the "deep friendship" between the Spirit Pagoda and the Research Department, from the ancient soul tool fragments discovered during a joint archaeological excavation to the joint efforts in tackling a large-scale soul tool project. He spoke vividly and in such detail that Tang Wulin almost believed it.

Tang Wulin played the role of a "low-key genius," agreeing with the conversation while praising the research department's "strong technical capabilities" and its status as a "pillar of the Federation." The two chatted enthusiastically, as if they were having a friendly bilateral meeting rather than conducting an interrogation.

Tang Wulin was completely relieved and even began to find this "Uncle Chen" more and more pleasing to the eye.

He quickly pressed his advantage, asking with an "innocent" smile, "Uncle Chen, since we're all on the same side, when do you think we can leave? This place isn't very comfortable to sit in." As he spoke, he symbolically tried to break free of the shackles on his wrists.

"Oh dear! Young Master Qian Gu, look at my brain! I was so busy chatting!" Old Chen slapped his forehead, showing a look of "annoyance" and "difficulty". "This matter is troublesome in some ways, and simple in others!"

"After all, you've inadvertently wandered into a military stronghold—you've made quite a commotion!" He rubbed his hands, seemingly trying to think of a solution.

Tang Wulin's heart jumped again, and he looked at him nervously.

"But don't worry!" Old Chen suddenly slapped his thigh, as if he had made up his mind, and a smile returned to his face. "We're on the same side! Leave this to me! I'll pull some strings for you, and we'll treat it as accidentally trespassing into military territory, a minor offense!"

As he spoke, he picked up the thin "interrogation record" on the table, flipped to the last page, and pointed to the signature area:

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As you can see, we still need to go through the procedures.

Just sign your name here, it's just a formality! With your legendary reputation, I guarantee you'll be sent off in style within two days at most!

Tang Wulin looked at the page, which contained the identity information of "Qian Gu Yin Ming" that he had just fabricated, as well as the so-called "accidental entry" recorded by Old Chen. It looked flawless.

The last trace of vigilance in my heart was swept away by immense joy.

[The people in the research department are nothing special!]

After carefully "checking" the contents of the record and confirming that there were no errors, he finally picked up a specially made soul-guided signature pen next to him and prepared to sign it.

But the instant the pen tip touched the paper, a barely perceptible fluctuation of soul power inadvertently swept over his fingerprints, the density of his wrist bones, and even his soul power characteristics.

Tang Wulin seemed oblivious, and still wrote the four characters "Qian Gu Yin Ming" on the signature without hesitation, his handwriting even carrying a touch of "genius" elegance.

"Uncle Chen, then I'll leave it to you!" Tang Wulin handed back the signed record, a sincere smile on his face. "So, when exactly—"

But his words abruptly stopped the next moment.

Because the smile on Old Chen's face vanished instantly, like the receding tide.

That fawning, enthusiastic, even somewhat humble expression was completely replaced by a cold, indifferent gaze, as if looking at a criminal about to be executed.

The middle-aged man, who had seemed so friendly and harmless just moments before, now exuded an aura that sent a chill down Tang Wulin's spine.

"Alright, Young Master Qian Gu." Old Chen's voice was as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth. He slowly placed the signed record aside, as if picking up a piece of insignificant trash. "Well then, shouldn't you also give me a proper account of your own affairs?"

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze like two scalpels, coldly fixed on Tang Wulin's performance: "Tang Wulin."

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