Chris will not hold back, because his betrayal was a lie.

The Federation could have directly besieged the Flamingos, but these space pirates were very cunning and would transfer the chip if the situation turned unfavorable. Therefore, the Federation had no choice but to send Chris over to prepare for an inside breakthrough.

As the icy man approached, Qingyun's mind raced. Chris had pretended to defect to the enemy in order to retrieve the gene chip, but according to the original plan, Jorah's selfishness led to Dr. Ramirez's arrest, and Chris's plan was never completed before the Federation was destroyed.

Qingyun gazed deeply into the depths of the man's silver eyes, which remained completely devoid of any emotion.

Of course there is! The fact that this man was able to infiltrate the enemy camp while bearing the infamy of the entire Federation already demonstrates just how strong his sense of responsibility is.

In his heart, nothing is more important than the lives of the federal people.

But when he was looked at with hatred by his former comrades who had shared life and death with him, and when he was hurled at with harsh words by the people he had carefully protected, did this man really feel nothing?

Whether Qingyun's mission in this world will fail depends on whether Dr. Ramir can escape the space pirates' pursuit; but whether the mission will succeed depends on whether Chris can successfully retrieve the chip.

However, before that, Qingyun faced another crisis—he had to be careful that the man didn't kill him during the interrogation!

This wasn't just Qingyun being overly cautious; a quick glance behind him was enough to tell.

The federal soldiers imprisoned behind him were staring at Qingyun like wolves, wishing they could pounce on him and kill him before he could reveal Dr. Ramil's whereabouts.

Seeing the murderous intent flash in Chris's eyes, Qingyun cursed without hesitation: "Traitor!"

He scoffed inwardly, thinking, "How can I possibly impress Chris by putting on a facade of 'I'm the only one in the whole world who firmly believes in you'?"

dream!

Does this man think he can't withstand torture? That a little intimidation will make him reveal Dr. Ramirez's whereabouts?

Alright, let Chris see if Qingyun can hold on.

But before that, let him stab Chris in the heart first! I wonder what it feels like for the former Federation War God to be insulted by his former fans at such close range?

This was the first time the boy had spoken since being brought here. Although his words were angry and rebuking, they couldn't mask the beauty of his voice. His voice, like a sudden burst of fireworks, stunned everyone present, clearly captivated by its clear, melodious tone.

All eyes shifted from Chris to the bound boy.

His eyes seemed to burn with rage, a mixture of disbelief and disappointment, which finally turned into utter hatred. After cursing, the clearly enraged teenager lowered his head and bit down hard on the fingers that were gripping his collar.

The porcelain-white teeth struck Chris's knuckles, which were covered in silver protective gloves, without leaving even the slightest mark. However, the faintly visible crimson tongue hinted at something more.

Feeling the gazes cast upon her by a group of space pirate leaders, Qingyun cursed inwardly once more. Because there was no deliberate guidance, almost all the modifications her soul made to her body were focused on two aspects: reproduction and voice.

Because Jorah was a vocal student at an arts college, she already had some talent for it. After the makeover, Jorah's voice even had a captivating, almost magical quality.

But Qingyun was not satisfied at all. What kind of useless abilities were these?

Chris's silver, inorganic eyes remained unmoved. He didn't pause at all because of the boy's angry words and actions. With a slight flick of his wrist, he pulled the finger out of Qingyun's mouth, grabbed his neck, and hung him on the gallows behind him.

Chris heard many cold, critical words, but none of them could disturb his mind. He knew what his mission was, and he knew that he carried the lives of hundreds of millions of people in the Federation on his shoulders.

Therefore, he must remain unwavering.

Seeing this, Yabolen clapped and laughed out loud: "Chris, look how angry he is, is he one of your little fans?"

"I wonder how it feels to be whipped by your idol?" With that, Yabren pulled out a whip crackling with electricity and tossed it to Chris. His gaze swept up and down over the boy hanging from the gallows.

The boy's voice was so beautiful that he almost couldn't bear to listen to it.

Chris reached out and took the whip, then asked the boy in front of him in a cold voice, "Where is Dr. Ramirez?"

Qingyun snorted coldly and turned her head away, ignoring his words.

A flash of lightning, and a blue shadow lashed out at him. The delicate, silver-blue whip swept across the boy's fragile neck, leaving a bloody gash on his chin. The pulsating current on the whip intensely stimulated his nerve endings when it touched Qingyun's skin, making his pain even more excruciating.

The blood instantly soaked the boy's clothes.

Chris didn't hold back at all; he knew Jorah. It wasn't that Chris paid much attention to Jorah, but rather that Jorah had just caused a minor incident in the Federation, which involved Chris's colleague, Lucas, the leader of the Second Legion, and Kossie, the Omega General of the Fourth Legion. That's why Chris stored Jorah in his brain like data.

Chris's entire impression of Jorah was that he was a weak and self-unaware Omega.

Chris didn't think Jorah could withstand his interrogation; after all, Chris wouldn't go easy on him under Boren's watchful eye. But Chris also absolutely wouldn't let Jorah reveal Dr. Ramirez's whereabouts; his mission had to succeed, failure was not an option!

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