The interrogation room was silent.
The young agent's mouth seemed dry, and he kept swallowing. His forehead was covered in sweat.
His eyes were filled with panic, his breathing was shallow and quick, and his hands nervously gripped the fabric of his trousers.
Alvin Morgan, sitting opposite him, was very patient. His face appeared calm, but his gaze was sharp enough to pierce right to the soul.
The young agent's composure gradually shattered under his stare.
Suddenly, he clutched his chest, collapsed while foaming at the mouth, and began to convulse as if having a seizure.
Alvin Morgan's expression changed. He rushed forward to help, shouting, "Beta Morgan—"
Agents from outside rushed in.
Half an hour later, the young agent finally regained some consciousness. Looking at Alvin Morgan, he burst into tears.
