"Hey, I heard you guys kidnapped a little cutie."

A flirtatious voice rang out, and the interrogation room door opened to the sides, revealing an alpha with long, fiery red hair.

He is the leader of the flamingos, the protagonist of this world, Yarolen.

Yabron is the illegitimate son of a princess of the Casa Empire. His father is a high-ranking official in the Federation, so Yabron was abandoned by his parents at a young age. He hates both the Federation and the Casa Empire. After founding Flamingo, conquering the Federation is only the first step in his plan to rule the world.

Qingyun was tied to the interrogation chair, his hands and feet were restrained, and the thick ropes that shone with blue light dug deep into his flesh.

He watched as Yabrun slowly approached, his gaze gradually turning cold. This was the first time Qingyun had faced the protagonist in such a disheveled state.

"Little one, tell me where that old bastard Ramir ran off to? Hmm?" Yabo Lun lifted Qingyun's chin and asked gently. His eyes were like a deep blue sea, filled with a drowning tenderness, but he didn't hold back his strength, leaving two purplish-blue finger marks on Qingyun's chin.

The boy in her arms didn't speak, his dark eyes, like the night sky, glared at Yabolun with disdain, as if even in such a disadvantageous situation, he couldn't hide his pride.

Yabo Lun was enraged by the boy's gaze; having had an unhappy childhood, he could not tolerate such disdainful looks.

"Tch, that's a real pity. Bring me the psychic potion." Yabolen released his grip and stepped back, speaking to the person behind him. He was focused on cracking the gene chip and had no interest in teasing the pitifully weak Jora in front of him.

"Boss, we only have one dose of the psychiatric potion left. The next supply won't arrive for another week," a one-eyed space pirate behind Yabolun said hesitantly.

Nowadays, interrogation is very simple. It doesn't require any psychological or physical torture. A single injection of a psychotropic drug will have a psychological deterrent effect, causing the prisoner to reveal the secrets the interrogator wants.

That's why Dr. Ramil can't be captured by space pirates; otherwise, regardless of whether he cooperates or not, Yablolen will find out how to crack the chip.

"Only one left?" Yabren raised his voice, clearly displeased. He frowned and asked, "Are you sure all the escape pods are destroyed?"

"Yes, they're all so badly destroyed that even the hatches can't be opened!"

Upon hearing this, Qingyun's mind stirred. He had to stall these space pirates, keeping them focused on searching the interior of the starship rather than intensifying their search of the perimeter. After all, it would take Ramir at least three to five days to break through the pirate encirclement and return to the Federation.

Yabren coldly surveyed Jorah sitting in the interrogation chair. The boy's soft black hair clung to his cheeks, making his skin appear even whiter and more delicate, and his slender neck seemed as if it could be shattered with a gentle grasp.

This kid is as frail as an Omega. Yes, because of the suppressants he's been injected with, these space pirates still only see him as a minor Beta.

"Keep that psychic potion for Ramir," Yabren said casually, sitting down in a chair nearby. "To torture him."

As soon as Yabo Lun finished speaking, the guard behind Qing Yun reached out to press the button on the interrogation chair.

"Wait a minute." Unexpectedly, Yabren changed the subject. "Using the program on the chair, isn't that boring? Isn't it, Chris?"

Yabo Lun slowly spun his chair and looked at the man who had been standing by the door. Everyone's eyes turned to him at the same time, including Qingyun's.

The man standing by the door was originally inconspicuous, but his appearance in everyone's eyes seemed to slowly shed the dust that concealed him, revealing his sharp edge.

He slowly walked forward, his long platinum-gold hair, gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen, reaching all the way to his waist, his sharply defined face both cold and handsome.

The rhythmic sound of his military boots hitting the floor echoed, just like his perfectly timed steps. Chris's silver pupils were filled with an inorganic coldness, devoid of any trace of emotion.

Chris DeLaval, a general in the First Army of the Federation, is a candidate for the next Marshal of the Federation. However, despite being a god of war in the hearts of the Federation people, Chris decisively betrayed the Federation and joined the enemy when the flamingos attacked.

His betrayal caused the Federation's spiritual pillar to collapse instantly, leaving everyone in disbelief.

However, it seems that this is the truth. Chris has always been resentful of the deaths of his parents during the political turmoil in the Federation. He destroyed most of the members of the First Legion and captured several soldiers in the First Legion who had reached the A+ level of physical fitness, and led them to defect to the enemy.

As soon as Chris stepped forward, Qingyun felt a sudden surge of power behind him. He turned around and saw that the interrogation room was connected to the other cells. Now that the barriers had been lowered, several Federation prisoners stood behind their cages, staring at Chris with bloodshot eyes.

The more they once trusted Chris, the more they now hated him! They watched as Chris destroyed the First Legion's flagship with a particle cannon, killing his brothers who had fought alongside him without batting an eye, leaving only a few of them as gifts for defectors.

They were injected with psychotropic drugs, and while they were conscious, they uncontrollably revealed various secrets about the Federation.

Without torture or cruel psychological oppression, they watched in agony as they answered every question, watching themselves betray their country. After the effects of the drug wore off, they were on the verge of mental collapse.

"Roar!" A man gripped the railing and roared like a wild beast, pounding his chest and stamping his feet. After roaring, he curled up on the ground in pain and howled.

This is not only a side effect of the injection of psychotropic drugs, but also a consequence of the collapse of faith.

"What?" Ignoring the scene behind Qingyun, Chris turned his head and asked Yabolun, though it was a question, there was no doubt in his tone.

He's practically a robot.

Yarlen looked at Chris with scrutiny in his eyes. Given his suspicious nature, he naturally couldn't believe that someone like Chris had suddenly defected. However, the benefits Chris brought were undoubtedly enormous; he knew almost all federal secrets.

To determine whether Chris had truly betrayed the Federation, Yarren injected him with a psychotropic drug. Four injections were given, but terrifyingly, the man remained completely devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

A flicker of apprehension crossed his eyes, but Yabren suddenly smiled and said, "Since you've wasted so many psychic potions, the interrogation of this little guy is yours."

"Look how cute he is looking at you with wide eyes, Chris, you'd better go easy on him."

Upon hearing this, Chris turned his head and looked at the boy on the interrogation chair, whose eyes seemed to be flashing with flames.

He remained calm.

"good."