Processing Bureau. Interrogation Room.
Manager Han was suspended against a grayish-black wall. The soft wall, made of a special biological material, held him firmly in place and effectively prevented a Fighter from exerting any force.
His entire body was bound in custom-made shackles, and his organs had been injected with drugs to ensure that while he wouldn't die, his Mutated Organization would be unable to recover.
He was completely motionless, like a desiccated corpse.
Just then, he seemed to hear something. His eyes moved beneath his lids before fluttering open. The heavy door to the interrogation room was pushed aside, and the head of the interrogation team walked in, standing solemnly to one side.
The sound of steady, powerful footsteps followed as Chen Chuan walked in. He glanced at Manager Han, then went to the interrogation chair opposite and sat down. "You wanted to see me?" he said. "Say what you have to say."
