Dragon Blood Project.

Thales frowned and tried hard to forget the discomfort caused by that night.

He looked at the entranced Morat, but couldn't help but think of Crown Prince Midir, whom he had never met.

It is unimaginable that the man who is also sitting in a wheelchair, the man who is praised by Gilbert, Jinnie and even the Black Prophet, strategizes while talking and laughing, and completely changes the rules of the game in the dragon kingdom.

However, Thales thought of the stone urns in the Tomb of the Stars.

As a prince, heir to the kingdom, he failed to save himself.

At this moment, at the other end of the interrogation room, the door was violently pushed open.

Thales came back to his senses: a man in luxurious clothes but with a black cloth over his head and his hands cuffed was roughly escorted in by two burly men and came to Raphael.

"No matter who you are or what you want to do, we can have a good talk..."

The man stumbled all the way and was embarrassed, but he was still trying to persuade the other party.

Unfortunately, the big men were unmoved. They roughly pushed the man onto a chair, then pulled up the chain connected to the handcuffs and fixed them in a ring on the table, but did not take off his hood.

"Who is that?" Thales asked in a low voice, wondering.

But Morat just raised a finger to signal him to calm down.

The escort left the interrogation room without looking back, and the only sound left in the room was the man's nervous breathing.

Until Raphael walked up behind him coldly and ripped off the black hood of the man in fine clothes.

When he first saw the light, the person on trial squinted his eyes and turned his head in confusion. It took him a long minute to get used to it.

He looked at Raphael, who was the only one left in the room.

"Where am I? Who are you?"

The man is middle-aged, his hair is messy, and there are bruises on his face. It is obvious that he was not treated well before.

"never mind……"

But seeing the light again finally made the man feel at ease. He observed his surroundings and cleared his throat:

"But I strongly suggest you let me go - before the situation gets worse."

"My fish is too big for you to eat."

Raphael did not answer, but sat down opposite him, staring at him coldly with a pair of red eyes.

The man chuckled and pulled the shackles on his hands, causing the chains to ring.

"Ha, it's quite similar to that..."

"Tell me, buddy, is it the Blood Bottle Gang or the Brotherhood?"

Thales looked at the Black Prophet in confusion, but the latter was there and seemed not interested in the interrogation.

Although he was described as embarrassed, the person on trial seemed to gradually regain his composure. He spoke confidently and confidently:

"As for the Blood Bottle Gang, Kathleen and I are old friends. We were old acquaintances when we were at the South Bank, not just an ordinary 'familiar', hehe..."

Raphael remained silent.

The man's smile faded slightly.

"If it were a fraternity..."

The interrogator leaned back in his chair, shook his head and said:

"That would be better."

"I know Cinza, he is a good man who has experienced many battles. There is also the 'chief wolf' Lazanchi. I have known him since he was still selling goods on the street, and we almost became a partner. Fatty Maurice also came with me.

There is business dealings..."

But the desolate man seemed to have made up his mind not to speak, and could only look at him with a pair of eyes.

"If it's neither..."

The man was thinking, and his expression changed again.

"That's why you came here specifically for me."

The interrogator left the back of his chair and looked at Raphael seriously:

"Who is your employer?"

"Let me guess: the Fragrance Chamber of Commerce? The United Carpenters Guild? Or a noble who has a misunderstanding? Or some blind country boy?"

But the man thought of something and his eyes moved:

"I see."

"Did my gang of idiots hire you?"

He leaned back in his chair and chuckled.

"They think that they can... Well, listen, the people who hired you are extremely poor. No matter how much money they give, whether it's one hundred or two hundred, one thousand or two thousand, I'll give you double.

"

The man raised his hand freely and pulled the shackles to signal to Raphael.

Raphael was unmoved.

The man frowned:

"If you are not doing this for money, for example, for human kindness, or if you are their relative, then listen to my advice: it is not worth it. You are helping them, but you are getting yourself involved..."

Although the situation is bad, the man's words are habitually bossy.

"No." Raphael interrupted him with a bad tone:

"We are not gangsters robbing, nor are we seeking revenge from other families, nor are we using money to eliminate disasters."

The Desolate Skeleton Man pressed his hand on the table, leaned forward, and stared at the person being interrogated:

"We serve the Kingdom."

After receiving the unexpected answer, the interrogator was stunned for a moment.

"Serve the Kingdom..."

The man recited it silently several times, then let out a haha ​​and laughed heartily.

"A member of the public family?"

"Very well, you may not know this, but I am the most law-abiding citizen of the kingdom and a big taxpayer."

"So where is this? Which police department? Are you a plainclothes police officer? What do you call it? Where do you work?"

He relaxed completely, tilted his head and looked at Raphael, and smiled maliciously:

"Most importantly, who is your boss?"

Raphael looked expressionless:

"You don't want to meet my boss."

Outside the glass, Thales couldn't help but glance at Morat.

The man squinted his eyes, shrewdness appearing in his eyes:

"Oh, you can't tell."

Raphael twitched his lips and opened a stack of documents from the table:

"Your name?"

After knowing the background of the other party, the man became very comfortable, his attitude became much more lazy, and he didn't care about the problem of the Boneless Man:

"And I have a lot of friends in the Police Department, many big shots, the powerful director of the West City Police Department, Lord Robik Dila..."

Raphael sighed.

The Bone Man silently closed the documents, took them off the table in an orderly manner, and then repeated at a higher volume:

"Name?"

The man shook his head:

"I am also the honorary director of the Central Wine Merchants Guild..."

The next second, Raphael's left hand turned into an afterimage!

He grabbed the chain that handcuffed the man to the table and pulled back.

boom!

The person under interrogation had obviously been pampered and comfortable for a long time. He was pulled out of his seat before he could react. First, his waist hit the edge of the table, and then his nose hit the table hard.

The man whined in pain and his nose was bleeding.

He wanted to stand up and raise his head, but Raphael grabbed his hair and held the back of his head, suppressing him firmly on the table.

"Name."
To be continued...