But Mo Si didn't interrogate these people.
There was no need for interrogation. The evidence was all sitting in the Military Department's office—every last piece of it perfectly clear.
Besides, with mouths like theirs... interrogation was unnecessary.
A pane of glass separated the observation room from the cell where the group was being held. They pushed and shoved each other, crying their eyes out. Some tried to send out communications, but the restraint rings blocked all signals. It was all futile.
Every single one of them seemed to be struggling.
Mo Si watched them and coolly activated the interrogation room's pressure function.
It wasn't some high-tech feature—it simply increased the atmospheric pressure within a small area.
At ten times the normal pressure, the untrained young masters soon revealed their bestialized Genes, each one pinned firmly to the floor.
