In the underground interrogation room of Chromium Carbon Resources.
With a face completely drained of color, Yang Bingzhong sat trembling on a chair, his hands hanging limp.
He had interrogated many people here and had also tortured many to death.
In the past, when he was here, he had the illusion that he was a ruler of the human realm.
He wielded the power of life and death over the wasteland people, controlling everything.
It was also here that he completed most of his plans to date, gradually making his way halfway through the social hierarchy from a small-town enterprise owner entrusted under urgent circumstances.
Before today, he almost believed that becoming a Fifth Level Citizen was within his reach.
However, at this moment, he had become a prisoner about to face interrogation.
The same place, the same people, yet an entirely different situation.
