Luo Zheng coldly dropped a sentence and ignored the other party, pulling over a chair to sit down and flipping through the interrogation notes. Through the photos, he found the corresponding information, glanced briefly, and said coldly: "Li Chengfeng, male, 35, Korean, currently residing in Sam Country, member of the Strategic Intelligence Bureau, Advanced Agent, unmarried, skilled in intelligence analysis, combat, and demolition, not bad."
"You've really gone all out to get this much information." The other party mockingly laughed coldly.
"Thank you." Luo Zheng laughed coldly and calmly, closing the files, and continued: "Given your identity and capability, interrogation is basically useless; even electronic devices and drugs can't affect you."
"Good to know, so don't waste your effort. Also, I was only a guest at Sanhe Martial Arts Hall, without sufficient evidence proving I shot you back. You can only detain me for 24 hours." The other party arrogantly laughed coldly.
