Northwest Group Army, Constitutional Soldier Team interrogation room.
In the dimly lit room was a table, in front of which stood a chair, with Luo Zheng, bound and handcuffed, seated upon it. He hadn't had the chance to change his clothes, which were covered in blood. His bloodstained camouflage suit had been taken off and discarded to one side, emitting a strong scent of blood. Luo Zheng sat there in his equally bloodstained camouflage training uniform, his gaze calm as he looked at the Major sitting in front of him, feeling immense sorrow and rage.
The Major observed Luo Zheng indifferently, gesturing to a subordinate to take notes before coldly asking, "Name?"