A water-type trainer who specializes in dragon-type water.

The scene abruptly shifts from the rest room where Zhang Heng was hypnotized to the depths of a secluded building in East China.

The security level here is no less than that of the champion's office, with official standard-issue Arcanines and X-Rayet Cats taking turns guarding the area.

Somewhere underground, there was an interrogation room, the air cold and damp, carrying a lingering smell of disinfectant mixed with rust.

The light was extremely dim, as if it had been swallowed up by a thick darkness, with only a low-wattage incandescent bulb hanging from the ceiling in the center.

A cone-shaped, pale beam of light was projected, like a spotlight on a stage, fixed firmly on the person enveloped by the beam.

The man sat in a cold metal chair, his hands secured in front of him with specially made handcuffs.

His hair was disheveled, his once spirited face was now deathly pale, his eyes were sunken, and his lips were chapped and peeling. He was none other than Liao Chunfeng, who had previously attempted a coup to seize power.

At this moment, however, the dignity he once possessed as the head of the Garrison Command had vanished, leaving only a desperate and wretched state and a stubbornness that was being forcibly maintained.

Beyond the beam of light, behind a table shrouded in shadow, sat Zhang Leiyuan.

He was wearing a crisp champion's uniform, the epaulets still gleaming with a cold, hard sheen in the dim light.

His face was hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly, only his eyes, sharp as a hawk's.

In the shadows behind him, Rotom's translucent body was faintly visible. The expression on the screen was no longer his usual playful one, but equally serious, even with a hint of eeriness.

Silence pressed down on the small space like a physical weight. After a long while, Zhang Leiyuan spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority, each word like an icicle hitting a concrete floor.

"Tell me, who are your accomplices back home?"

He paused, then raised his voice, his tone carrying an all-knowing sarcasm.

"Don't tell me that the person who was behind it all, spreading the footage of my hijacking of the Japanese cargo ship and trying to nail me to the international pillory shame, wasn't you, Liao Chunfeng."

Liao Chunfeng raised his eyelids, a hint of resentment flashing in his cloudy eyes. He twitched the corners of his mouth and let out a hoarse sneer, daring to utter such harsh words.

"Heh... Zhang Leiyuan, stop pretending! I'm a key figure appointed by the Alliance! You dare to threaten and detain me like this? You won't get away with this once I leave here!"

Seeing his stubborn and defiant attitude, Zhang Leiyuan's last bit of patience ran out.

A chilling killing intent emanated from him, as if it were a tangible force, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. He didn't need to waste any more time with this stubborn fellow.

"Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish." Zhang Leiyuan's voice was icy cold.

Rotom, standing behind him, understood immediately. His expression instantly turned ferocious, and a bright purple light shone from his eyes. Powerful mental energy began to gather, locking onto Liao Chunfeng's core consciousness, preparing to launch an attack powerful enough to destroy his mind!

At this critical moment——

"Dong dong..."

A clear and rhythmic knocking sounded abruptly outside the silent interrogation room, breaking the tense atmosphere of impending doom.

Zhang Leiyuan frowned slightly, his sharp aura softening somewhat, and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

The heavy soundproof door was pushed open, and a petite yet powerful figure walked in. It was Kang Mu'ai—the secretary-general of the champion's office, who was known as "Kang the King of Hell".

She was still wearing that impeccable League uniform, her gaze behind her gold-rimmed glasses as calm as ice.

“Champion,” Kang Mu’ai nodded slightly to Zhang Leiyuan, her tone steady, “Leave the rest of the interrogation to me.”

Zhang Leiyuan glanced at her, said nothing, simply nodded, then stood up and strode out of the interrogation room. The heavy iron door slowly closed behind him.

Outside the interrogation room, instead of a corridor, was an observation room.

A huge one-way glass panel faces the interrogation room, allowing a clear view of everything inside, while those inside cannot see out.

Zhang Leiyuan stood calmly in front of the glass, arms crossed, his gaze sharp.

In the interrogation room, Kang Muai didn't speak, but silently tossed a thin folder onto the table in front of Liao Chunfeng with a "thud." The sound was exceptionally clear in the silence.

"Look at your great achievements, Director Liao." Kang Mu'ai's voice was devoid of any emotion, as if she were stating a fact that had nothing to do with her.

Liao Chunfeng's gaze swept over the document. Although he tried to remain calm, his pupils still contracted imperceptibly.

Kang Muai continued, "This is part of the evidence of your secret contact with the Japanese and your treasonous acts. It contains detailed records of the secret communications between several of your key pawns and high-ranking officials in the Japanese and certain transnational criminal organizations, including the communication frequencies."

"Furthermore, regarding your operation of disseminating the video of Zhang Guanjun intercepting an illegal Japanese transport ship on the high seas through overseas channels, attempting to smear Zhang Guanjun and the reputation of the China Alliance internationally..."

Liao Chunfeng's face had turned ashen, but he still gritted his teeth and stubbornly retorted.

"Despicable slander! When you're determined to frame someone, you can always find a pretext! Which piece of evidence here directly identifies me, Liao Chunfeng, as the perpetrator?!"

Camille seemed to have anticipated his denial, and even showed a faint, all-knowing smile on her face.

Instead of immediately refuting her, she slowly pulled a color photograph from the folder and gently pushed it in front of Liao Chunfeng so that he could see it clearly.

“I know that the people behind you are quite powerful and ruthless enough to not leave any irrefutable evidence pointing directly at you. You are also certain that we will not easily resort to extreme measures against someone of your rank for the sake of stability.”

Camus spoke calmly, yet every word was piercing.

“But Liao Chunfeng, it’s okay if you don’t admit it. But some people… are very afraid of you ‘admitting’ it.”

Liao Chunfeng's gaze fell on the photo, and in an instant, all the color drained from his face, and even his lips began to tremble uncontrollably!

The photo shows his home in Shanghai's most famous and highest-security residential complex, which also features a red background!

However, the house was in complete disarray, as if it had been swept by a hurricane!

What horrified him even more was that in the center of the photo, his elderly father and wife lay dead in a pool of blood!

On the floor beside them, there were large amounts of ashes from the burning, clearly indicating that some extremely important documents or evidence had been hastily destroyed!

"Bang——!!!"

With a loud bang, Liao Chunfeng's eyes turned bloodshot, as if he had gone mad. Despite his hands being handcuffed, he still used all his strength to suddenly raise his arms and slam the heavy handcuffed chair down with a loud crash!

"Who! Who killed my family?!" He roared like a wild beast, his voice filled with despair and boundless rage.

Kang Mu'ai calmly watched him lose control until his roars echoed in the interrogation room and gradually subsided before she slowly spoke, her voice still calm.

"As you know, the China Alliance always acts in accordance with the law and never adopts the system of collective punishment. Your violation of the law is your personal matter, and we will never, and would never, bother to, implicate your family."

"So, Liao Chunfeng, tell me, in this situation, who do you think would use this method of silencing witnesses and destroying evidence...?"

Liao Chunfeng was trembling violently, his teeth grinding together. He knew the security force of the community; it was practically an impenetrable fortress.

To be able to sneak into his house silently under such circumstances, kill him and burn evidence, the methods used by the other party are by no means ordinary. It is highly likely that they used a Ghost-type Pokémon to tear open a rift in the spirit world and carry out a precise assassination!

These methods, these ruthlessness... He already knew the answer in his heart, and a chilling despair instantly overwhelmed him.

Kang Mu'ai pressed her advantage, lowering her tone slightly and subtly guiding the conversation.

"Also, I have some news for you. Your son, Liao Tianhao, was secretly placed under protection by Zhang Guanjun's men immediately after the incident. He is safe now."

Liao Chunfeng suddenly looked up, staring at Kang Muai in disbelief.

Kang Mu'ai met his gaze and said, word by word, "Liao Chunfeng, things have come to this point, and you can't even protect yourself. But even a tiger won't eat its cubs. If you want your son to have a chance to live, or even have a future..."

“I suggest you name the person who orchestrated this. This is the last and only thing you can do for him.”

Liao Chunfeng froze completely. He never expected that the one who ultimately protected his only bloodline would be Zhang Leiyuan, whom he had painstakingly tried to bring down!

The one who poisoned his family was someone he considered an "ally"! The immense irony and remorse gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.

He lowered his head dejectedly, as if all his energy had been drained away in an instant. A sigh, like that of a broken bellows, filled with endless bitterness and self-mockery, escaped his throat. He exhaled a breath of stale air and murmured:

"I never expected...it would be Zhang Leiyuan...who saved my son...haha...what a huge irony..."

He raised his head, his eyes bloodshot and filled with a complex, almost collapsing emotion, and with a belated sense of remorse, he spoke.

"I also instructed my men... they are probably already on their way to assassinate Zhang Leiyuan's son..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Leiyuan, who was observing through the one-way glass outside the interrogation room, couldn't help but smile, almost bursting out laughing.

Assassinate Zhang Heng? With those mediocre men under Liao Chunfeng's command? He knows perfectly well how many trump cards his son is hiding!

With two divine beasts by his side, two primordial stone tablets in his hand, and an intricate connection to the ideal dragon Zekrom...

With such a lineup, even if the champion from the opposing country personally took action, it would take them several teeth to defeat him! To be kidnapped or tortured to death by Liao Chunfeng's henchmen? That's simply a fantasy!

Inside the interrogation room, Kang Mu'ai seemed unsurprised by the "intelligence" provided by Liao Chunfeng, and she calmly replied.

"You don't need to worry about Zhang Heng. What you need to do now is to show sincerity. As long as you reveal who's behind this, even if you don't have crucial direct evidence, just pointing us in the right direction for our investigation is enough."

This is the key to the elaborate double interrogation scheme meticulously designed by Zhang Leiyuan and Kang Muai!

Zhang Leiyuan used overwhelming force to crush his psychological defenses.

Camus, on the other hand, plays the role of rational analysis, using irrefutable circumstantial evidence, the cruel reality of his family members being murdered, and the hope that his only remaining relative is still alive.

Through a series of progressively deeper explorations, the author awakens the last vestiges of his humanity and paternal love, guiding him to voluntarily reveal the truth.