"Heh, save you?" A disdainful tone caused Oct to freeze, and a sense of foreboding instantly arose in his heart.
"Who... who are you?" Oct nervously took two steps back, cautiously glanced over his shoulder at the battlefield not far away, then quickly turned back.
"Seize him!"
Following the command of the burly figure in a black robe, two others in black robes immediately grappled Oct's shoulders.
Their grips were like iron hoops, brimming with strength, and in the blink of an eye, they had forced Oct into a chair that had just been prepared.
"Here, take a look at this. I need the Deputy Director of the FBI to clear up a question for me."
As he spoke, a photograph was thrust directly in front of Oct.
The moment he saw the photograph clearly, Oct's pupils suddenly constricted, and in just an instant, he had guessed the likely identities of these figures in black robes.
"I... I don't know what this is!"
Deputy Director Oct slightly shook his head, feigning ignorance.
