The Villain Saint is my secondary account

"So what happened that suddenly called us all over for some kind of 'internal investigation'? I still don't understand."

Miss Mofeng crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, while Captain Raymond beside her rubbed his chin as if deep in thought.

"I heard that in the afternoon, a secret outpost in the capital was broken into by Loren spies. The higher-ups suspect that a traitor has infiltrated the airship."

"Is this for real? How unlucky."

Miss Mofeng yawned, "It's the middle of the night, and I'm so sleepy."

"no way."

Raymond shrugged. "Anyway, they said they'd do an emergency screening of everyone."

"With just a few run-down rooms, we could probably ask them all before dawn... By the way, where did Kalon go? Have you seen him?"

"I don't know."

Raymond shook his head.

As soon as he finished speaking, an Aslan soldier stepped out of the room. "Next, Mofeng."

"it's your turn."

Raymond waved his hand in acknowledgment.

"Oh, good luck, looks like I can go back to sleep early."

The girl opened her sleepy, blurry eyes and stepped into the room.

This room was originally supposed to be a luxury suite. Upon entering, there was a rather large living room where a group of clerks were busy flipping through books, making it look like just an ordinary office.

"This way."

The soldier led Miss Mofeng through the hall and into a small room located at the back of the hall.

Compared to the main hall, the furnishings in the small room were much simpler. There was only a long table and a chair on the empty floor. Next to the chair was a brass device with a metal helmet, which looked similar to the emotion detection device in the company's headquarters research institute. Its function was probably also to detect the state of the test subjects.

Magic crystal mining lamps hung on the wall, their shades emitting a warm yellow light.

A middle-aged woman was sitting behind the long table; judging from her attire, she was a member of the company's research institute.

This small room also seemed to be connected to the suite next door. It was probably originally one of those interconnected cubicles, because Miss Mofeng saw a door on the opposite wall as well.

"Please take a seat."

The woman waved to him in a friendly manner.

Mo Feng then walked to the chair placed in the middle of the room and sat down. The soldier next to her even brought her a glass of water.

"Nickname: Mofeng, real name: Irina, main profession: Illusionist... that profession is quite rare."

"Hehe, I'm lucky to have encountered such a rare event."

Miss Mofeng scratched her head, and then the conversation between the two proceeded quite smoothly.

The questions were all standard, such as Miss Mo Feng's background, where she was in the afternoon, what she did, and whether she had any proof...

Mo Feng is a player who transmigrated into the Duchy of Tedeh. With "pure and upright lineage," he can answer any questions about himself fluently.

Chapter 176 Traitors

The only question that was relatively difficult to answer during the entire conversation was why Mo Feng and his team members came as Miss Windsor's attendants, rather than as company employees on a mission.

"Well, the nature of our mission is rather special, and I don't have the authority to answer that. If you really want to know, you can ask my superior."

Unable to answer, Mo Feng chose to shift the blame directly. Fortunately, the other party did not have any questions about it and simply nodded.

"clear."

After a moment of silence, seeing that the other party did not speak again, Miss Mo Feng tentatively asked, "Can I leave now?"

"Oh, I was just recording your answer."

The middle-aged woman smiled kindly. "Of course, you can leave now, Miss Mo Feng."

Mo Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

She was actually a little nervous when she first came in, though she didn't know why. Maybe it was because she hadn't seen that guy, Kalon, since she arrived?

But anyway, it's good that the questioning is over; she can finally go back and get a good night's sleep...

"Wait a minute."

Just then, the door on the other side of the room suddenly opened, and several players dressed in light trench coats swaggered in.

"Which department are you from? An internal investigation is underway here..."

Someone broke in, and the middle-aged woman behind the long table immediately frowned and turned her gaze, only to see the leader of the players take out a scroll, unfold it, and place it in the other person's face.

"This is the executive officer's order. We'll be handling the investigation of this guy. You can wait outside."

The middle-aged woman squinted to see the signature on the scroll. Although she looked very dissatisfied, she still stood up and gave the other person her seat.

On the other side, when Mo Feng saw the appearance of the person who came, his expression also turned ugly.

Because that was none other than their mortal enemy, Feng Shu, the captain of the second squad of the Star Weavers they had met at the Tyron Mansion.

"I've already said everything I needed to say, so could you please not waste my time, Mr. Feng?"

"hehe."

Feng Shu sneered and sat down in a chair. He waved his hand, and his men went to both sides to close the doors and guard the entrances.

This situation was very unsettling, so Mo Feng quickly got up and tried to leave.

Feng Shu curled the corners of his mouth and lightly tapped his finger on the table.

Immediately, a deep red magic circle unfolded on the floor beneath the girl's feet. The heavy force field made her limbs feel as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she couldn't move at all, let alone escape.

"What do you mean by this, you bastard?! This is beyond the scope of an investigation!!"

Miss Mo Feng struggled and cursed, but the force field array had obviously been secretly set up there long ago. She was caught off guard and could no longer break free.

"Don't be nervous, Miss Irina. I'm doing this for your own good, to prevent you from doing anything irrational."

Feng Shu waved his hand casually, "You seem to be a little unclear about the situation. Well, let me tell you, you are now suspected of treason. If you cause any more trouble, what awaits you is not interrogation, but being killed on the spot."

"Huh??? What nonsense are you spouting!?"

Mo Feng's face immediately turned red. "You'd actually say something like that to slander us?!"

"This is not slander."

Feng Shu interlaced his fingers, rested his elbows on the table, and his smile grew wider. "This afternoon, one of your team members, Anshapkalon, went missing. At the same time, a key secret outpost of the Upgrade Project was broken into."

"Just because of this, you convict him of treason???"

Mo Feng glared angrily, his eyes wide. "Bullshit! What right do you have to falsely accuse others?!"

"Watch your words. This wasn't my decision; it was a joint judgment made by several executive officers above you."

Feng Shu pointed his index finger at the girl and said, "And it's not just 'him,' your entire squad is suspected of treason."

"screw you!"

Mo Feng's voice was agitated, "Kalon couldn't possibly be a traitor!!!"

"I'm not going to argue with you about this. You just need to continue answering my questions..."

"Get out! I want to see Miss Moon Guardian, and I won't say another word until she arrives!"

"I'm afraid that won't be the case. She's too busy taking care of herself to deal with you."

Feng Shu shrugged.

"Tell me the truth, what is the real purpose of the Moon Guardians sending you here on the airship to participate in this operation?"

However, upon hearing the question, Miss Mo Feng simply shut her mouth and remained silent.

“I say, Miss Mofeng, this isn’t the first time we’ve dealt with each other. Considering we’re all on the same side, just honestly admit the crimes of that spy Anshapkalon and confess what the Moon Guardians ordered you to do. It will be better for both of us.”

"If you keep being stubborn here, it won't do you any good."

“It will take a long time. If you want to stall, I can stay here with you all night, but I really don’t recommend you do that. It will only make you more suspicious.”

However, no matter how much Feng Shu tried to persuade her, Miss Mo Feng remained silent with a dark expression.

The only voice in the entire interrogation room was Feng Shu's, as if he were telling a stand-up comedy routine.

"Tsk, completely stubborn."

Feng Shu said he didn't care, but he eventually became impatient with Mo Feng's persistent stalling.

He tossed the quill pen onto the book and waved gently.

Then the door opened, and a burly man carrying a strange iron object resembling a flail walked in.

The end of the iron object resembled a forked rat's tail, covered in barbs, with deep red rust mixed with bloodstains, sending chills down one's spine.

"What are you going to do!?"

Miss Mofeng had never seen such a scene before, and her face immediately turned pale.

"We have to thank Aslan's friends for lending us some useful gadgets."

Feng Shu laughed, his voice somewhat sarcastic, "It's said that this is a form of torture used in their palace when interrogating serious criminals. It's unbelievable that the seemingly glamorous Aslan has such a dark side in private."

"But that's only human nature, Miss Mo Feng. If you don't appreciate our good side, then we'll have to show you the dark side."

"Choose: honestly confess to what the Moon Guardian instructed, or experience old Aslan's court ceremony?"

As the man holding the cangue approached step by step, the girl's small body trembled, but she still pursed her lips and remained silent.

"We're all from Earth, so I don't know where your loyalty to the Moon Guardians comes from. Everyone else is ignoring you, so why are you still acting so tough?"

Feng Shu excitedly rubbed his fingers together. "But, well, I just happen to like seeing pretty girls being tough. It's often this type of tormenting that has a unique flavor."

The force field firmly restrained Mo Feng's body. She raised her eyes to look at the cangue held up by the big man, and finally closed her eyes in fear.

But after three seconds, nothing happened. There was only a faint "thump" sound.

She opened her eyes tremblingly, only to see the burly man lying on the ground, while Feng Shu, who had been grinning sinisterly behind the long table, was now lying motionless on the table.

Several snores rose and fell in the room, and Miss Mo Feng, who had been stunned for a long time, finally came to her senses.

These people... actually fell asleep?

Chapter 177 In a Sound Sleep

The room was quiet, even eerily so.

Mo Feng tentatively stood up and found that the force field array beneath her feet was no longer functioning.

She carefully stepped over the burly man lying on the ground and went to the long table to check on Feng Shu's condition.

The other person's snoring was deep and long, indicating that they were sleeping soundly, and drool was even dripping onto the notebook.

"What's going on..."

Mo Feng murmured softly as he cautiously approached the door beside him, listening intently. It seemed that there was only deathly silence outside.

However, the room must have been specially soundproofed, so she dragged away the Starweaver team members who were lying on the ground blocking the door, and then gently opened the door, only to find that the hall outside was also full of people sleeping haphazardly.

Everyone was asleep in their dreams, their faces serene, but this unreal and absurd feeling only made Mo Feng, the only one awake, feel more and more uneasy.

She tiptoed out into the hall and, as she approached the door leading to the corridor, just as she placed her hand on the doorknob, a woman's voice suddenly came from outside.

"Don't kill them, it will attract the attention of the executive officers."

The voice was strangely familiar, which startled Miss Mo Feng so much that her hand trembled and she quickly retreated behind the door.

The next second, the door opened, and a tall, black-haired girl and a short girl wearing a cloak and a black and white scarf entered the room one after the other.

They almost collided head-on; Mo Feng's heart was practically in his throat.

After the two entered the room, they were separated from her by a door panel, less than two meters apart. She quickly took out a handful of powder from her clothes and poured it on her head.

"What's the noise?"

The short girl in the cloak immediately turned around, but her eerie amber eyes only reflected a blank wall.

In reality, Mo Feng was pressed against the wall, barely daring to breathe.

She concealed her figure and aura with illusion powder, but it was just a smokescreen. If the other party reached out and touched her, she would be exposed.