This old man has quite a personality. While everyone else on the boat is wearing T-shirts and shorts or is shirtless, he's dressed in a white suit, complete with a shirt, vest, and jacket. His white leather shoes are polished to a shine, and his golden curls are slicked back with a generous amount of hair wax.
However, he's not very tall, only about 1.7 meters, so even Bi Shi has to slightly look down to see him.
Perhaps to show a gentlemanly demeanor, they didn't put handcuffs on me and Bi Shi. The team leader and Qinghan are still tied up in their unconscious state.
It was purely accidental that we encountered Shield's pick-up team. Bi Shi and I hadn't rehearsed our stories beforehand, not about the fake Meng Qingyu, nor about the Undersea City, so we hadn't discussed how to answer in advance.
But I thought of a way to ensure our answers wouldn't differ.
Two burly men, built like bears, 'gently' pushed me into an interrogation room, where there was only a table and two chairs.
