439 Preparation (1/2)

In the chilly and narrow room, a single ghastly light illuminated a face covered in stubble.

”Name,” someone in the dark asked.

The middle-aged man sighed. ”Andre. Andre Wilson.”

”Gender.”

Andre's face twitched. He unwillingly answered, ”…Male.”

”Oh.” The man in the dark nodded and said mockingly, ”I can see that. Age?”

Andre lost his patience. ”Can you ask something meaningful?”

”Good, it's nice to see you go straight to the point.” The man flipped through the records and said casually, ”Oh, you're married. I heard that you're close with another woman. Are you cheating?”

Andre froze. His expression darkened. ”Ye Qingxuan! Don't cross the line! Who are you trying to scare?”

”You, of course.” A pale hand reached out of the darkness. It held a stamped and signed permit right before Andre's face. ”Look at this clearly. You're going through the internal investigation of the Silent Authority! I ask and you answer! Otherwise I'll send you to the Judgement Tower right now!”

Andre roared, ”Do you dare?!”

The hand froze. After a long while, he retracted the permit. Ye Qingxuan sighed, seemingly powerless. Andre could not help but want to smile. However, before he could do it, the hand reached out again and grabbed his hair, slamming him to the table.

Bam! Andre's vision went black. He struggled instinctively but then a dagger buried into the table right by his face. It twanged. A pale face was reflected in the blade. He seemed to not have slept in a long time. His bloodshot eyes had pure black pupils. They were chilling as they looked at someone.

”You're right,” Ye Qingxuan said. ”I do.”

”You—” Andre opened his mouth on instinct but the blade was tilted, stopping his mouth.

”My best friend, my senior, the man who wanted me to host his wedding in the future, was forced to be a spy by you f*cking useless *ssholes. Because of one of you, he has disappeared for six days without any news. And you pieces of sh*t who just sit in your office with the air conditioning and read the news dare doubt my right to interrogate you?” The voice was chilly like a blade. The fingers pressing down Andre's head were icy without any warmth. Ye Qingxuan stared at the reflection in the blade.

Looking at the trembling eyes, he uttered, ”Andre Wilson, I am now an examiner authorized by the Papal Chamber to be in charge of everything related to the leak. I ask and you answer. Otherwise, I'll give you a thirty-year break and a trip to the Judgement Tower, understood?”

This b*stard was telling the truth! The eyes told Andre that the man had gone crazy but everything was true. The idiots at the Papal Chamber had given this crazy man a sword to placate him. Now he held the sword, ready to hack at anyone.

Who would be the first victim?

Now, bitterness emerged in Andre's heart. He regretted it bitterly. If he knew this would happen, why did he piss this man off to save his dignity? Everyone knew that this guy had beheaded Colt before so many people, and all the evidence was there. But then he was let go without any punishment. Now, he had a high status. Even if he killed Andre, would Andre be able to run to the Amnesty Ministry to complain?

”I think you understand now.” Seeing his expression change, Ye Qingxuan smirked. ”You should've been like this earlier. Good, now let's start over. Oh right, you know what happens if you lie to me, right?”

Clenching his jaw, Andre closed his eyes.

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Thirty minutes later, Andre walked out soullessly with blank eyes. He was instantly surrounded by his colleagues who had been waiting. They clamored asking about the situation. Some patted his shoulder with pity, obviously guessing what had happened.

Andre held a cup of hot coffee. He did not snap out of it until a long while later. He sighed as if waking from a dream and did not say anything. If he was knowledgeable about Eastern culture, he would definitely tearfully recite 'the past is unbearable.' Sadly, he probably did not even know any Western sonnets. His lips trembled for a long time before he finally ended in silence.

Being with that white-haired *sshole for thirty minutes, every bit of him had been investigated. Ye Qingxuan had asked about everything since his childhood, even his sexuality. His family, lovers, previous wife, kids, and even bank account were now recorded in that guy's notebook with simple sentences.

Andre shivered. He subconsciously grabbed the man closest to him. ”Don't let him keep fooling around! Otherwise…Mr. Wolf Flute, where is Mr. Wolf Flute?”

Everyone exchanged glances. With bitter expressions, they all fell silent.