Outside the interrogation room, seven or eight individuals were listlessly spacing out, each preoccupied with their own thoughts.
One of them noticed Dean's arrival and approached him with a disgruntled expression. "Sir Anthony is inside waiting for you."
Dean saw the man's face clearly and couldn't help but chuckle.
He recognized the man. This was Cheston En, the same unfortunate soul Lawrence had beaten nearly to death with a few hefty Texas punches.
Seeing Dean's mocking smile, anger flared in Cheston En's eyes. Then, as if recalling something, he let out a cold laugh and turned back to his companions.
Dean noticed that the two dimwits he had beaten up last time were nowhere to be seen. He wondered whether they had encountered trouble or had been assigned other tasks.
Inside the interrogation room, darkness enveloped the space.
In the corner where prisoners usually sat, the flickering light from a screen illuminated Anthony's somewhat gloomy face.
