Sunday, 10:30 AM, Washington D.C., FBI headquarters, underground prison.
"Conservatives think the radicals are too conservative, while the radicals think the conservatives are too radical..."
Next to the interrogation table, Mona wrote down this sentence in her notebook, a look of confusion on her face as she turned to look at Michelle and Reesi, who also seemed totally bewildered.
Luo An, standing beside them, was initially just as perplexed, but his mind quickly formed a hypothesis. He reached out and tapped on the glass window, saying:
"Explain this in detail."
"What's there to explain? It's exactly what it says."
King Bar sat with his hands firmly shackled to a metal chair, legs crossed, and gave Luo An a deep, complex look.
After being taken out of the hospital and learning Luo An's real identity as the head of an FBI investigative unit, King Bar just wanted to curse.
