The dungeon holding Ao Xinghao was evidently more secure than those of Hu Yi and Huo Zhen, with not a single ray of light penetrating, suffocating the atmosphere.
He was the only one who, during transport, suddenly woke up and even attempted to escape from the robots.
Unfortunately, he was swiftly identified by the machines and captured again.
The vessel transporting them out of the hospital was a colossal oxygen chamber.
Originally, this oxygen chamber was the equipment from Si Moyu’s ward, but it was remotely controlled by the smart system to lock all three of them inside directly.
Escorting three live people out of the hospital would have been conspicuous, but transporting an instrument out was much easier.
The oxygen chamber transported them so discreetly that even the ever-cautious and thorough Si Moyu didn’t notice at first.
At this moment, Ao Xinghao pondered in the darkness about what kind of institution or people could use a smart system to kidnap hostages, and what their motives might be.
He felt a sharp gaze in the darkness, scrutinizing him.
He remained silent.
Made no call for help.
If the enemy doesn’t move, I won’t move.
Finally, the other party couldn’t hold back and started questioning, "Speak up, what’s your relationship with Queen? Why did you visit her patient for treatment? Where is she?"
Ao Xinghao’s fox-like eyes squinted slightly, searching for the direction of the voice in the darkness.
Calmly, he said, "I don’t know what you’re talking about."
The other party was at a loss for words.
Hearing this feigned ignorance again was truly infuriating.
The voice in the darkness grew more threatening, "Now I’m giving you a chance to confess. If you wait until you’re begging for mercy, it’ll be too late. Just tell us the woman’s whereabouts, and I’ll let you out immediately. What happens afterward is our business, nothing for you to dread or hesitate about."
They were trying to coax Ao Xinghao with indirect threats.
Unexpectedly, Ao Xinghao turned the tables and interrogated them, his tone ever languid and cynical, "Alright then, you tell me who you are first. I can’t just tell you everything without even seeing your face, that would be too insincere."
The voice in the darkness snapped, "You’re not qualified to know who I am."
Ao Xinghao chuckled, "Then you’re not qualified to know who Queen is either."
There was a few seconds of silence in the darkness, then a low voice, "I’m just giving you a chance to confess. Your other two companions have already confessed. Only one of you three can survive. If you don’t confess, then the choice of survival will be between Hu Yi and that ugly freak. Think about it!"
This threat was certainly cunning.
It’s practically the ultimate move in interrogating thieves: your partner confesses first and is let go, if you don’t confess, you take the blame!
Under such psychological pressure, most people would collapse and confess promptly.
However.
Ao Xinghao sneered coldly, "No way, they definitely wouldn’t tell you a word."
The voice in the darkness mocked, "Don’t be naive. How can you be so sure?"
Ao Xinghao: "Stupid. If they told you, why would you still be asking me?"
There was a deathly silence in the darkness.
Clearly, he’d annoyed them greatly!
After all this interrogation, this one was proving the hardest to deal with.
Just as the other party spoke again, "Will you confess or not, my patience is limited!"
Suddenly.
Ao Xinghao lunged towards the direction of the voice.
He was hanging upside down, swinging his body, using inertia, and targeting the hardest and most aggressive part of his skull to clash into the spot he’d been silently observing—the origin of the voice. If it was a person interrogating him, they’d surely be standing there.
He wasn’t afraid to die, but if he was going down, he’d take someone with him!
Their relentless pursuit of the secret must mean there’s some unspeakable secret.
He couldn’t let such a person live, risking harm to Xing Lao.