The gray-white room had glaring lights overhead.
Qin Tian sat alone in the cold iron chair, his hands and feet shackled with alloy cuffs.
Opposite him sat a cold-looking man, with a gaunt face, high cheekbones, and narrow eyes that flickered with a cold, eerie light.
Behind the transparent glass, Wen Chengxian looked at Qin Tian coldly.
At this moment, his confidant Duan Song asked:
"Master, shall we begin?"
"Yes."
Having received Wen Chengxian's directive, Duan Song said into his earpiece:
"Li Ya, start."
"Name."
Li Ya stared at Qin Tian, his voice hoarse, as if two coarse iron blocks were rubbing against each other, making it very uncomfortable to hear.
"Qin Tian."
Qin Tian replied calmly.
"Age."
"18."
Bang!
Li Ya slammed the table harshly and said coldly:
"18 years old and killed a Tier Five Vampire, do you think you come from the Holy Blood Clan? Be honest, talk nonsense again, and don't blame me for being rude to you."
