In her mind, a famous figure like Chu He was supposed to have just such a cold and aloof attitude.
If he were warm and passionate toward her, it would seem out of character.
The group soon arrived at the interrogation room.
The interrogation room was quite spacious, with a full range of facilities.
The prisoner's restraining chair was in the center, with the interrogator's seat beside it.
The two were positioned to face one another in a logical layout.
A single glance revealed it had been specially designed for interrogating important prisoners.
With Chu He present,
there was no need to worry about the palm-headed man resisting or escaping.
So the man in the suit simply tossed him into a corner of the room.
The palm-headed man's body collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud, completely limp.
Chu He slightly raised his hand.
In an instant, a tide of invisible energy surged out from him,
completely enveloping the interrogation room and forming an indestructible barrier.
