One of the kneeling men hesitated. "Th-they're awake, but..."
The scar-faced man scowled, his patience worn thin. "But what?"
The man's voice trembled. "But... they all say they don't remember anything that happened!"
The scar-faced man's expression shifted. "Don't remember? What's that supposed to mean?"
"I-it means... their memories of the last few days are completely hazy!" The man was clearly anxious. "We interrogated them for a long time and even got rough with them. But their stories are all the same. They insist they can't remember a thing... Maybe they were poisoned!"
The scar-faced man's expression turned icy, a savage glint in his eyes. He let out a cold sneer.
"Well, well! Aren't they well-prepared!"
The men remained prostrate on the ground, trembling, none daring to utter another word.
