“Are you crazy?” In front of the surveillance screen outside the interrogation room, everyone stared at William Bolton strapped to the electric chair, the atmosphere in an uproar. “What did he just say?” “What is he trying to do?” “If you want to die, don’t drag us down with you!”

……

“No, the intel says those four escaped Evolvers might take extreme actions and pose a huge threat to society. We must get their whereabouts out of William Bolton as soon as possible.” A staff member frowned deeply and stood up. “I’ll go report to the higher-ups right now. If the situation is urgent, we might need Inspector Sullivan to step in—”

He opened the office door, and his words abruptly stopped.

The four Evolvers were standing right outside, all dressed in white uniforms and armed.

Every Evolver in the Supervision Bureau wore a metal collar around their neck, each engraved with a different serial number. The four before them had two numbers starting with B and two with C—signifying their respective levels of evolved abilities.

And surrounded by these four guards was that tall, slender, and unmistakably familiar figure: black suit, white shirt, gloves always on, eyes as deep as a cold pool.

Brian Sullivan.

Everyone in the office stood up at once. The staff member at the door instinctively took half a step back. “S-Supervisor!”

Brian Sullivan’s gaze passed over the crowd and landed directly on the surveillance screen.

“—Unless your boss surnamed Shen comes here personally to beg, I won’t say another word.” William Bolton lounged comfortably in the electric chair, legs crossed, smiling at the grim-faced interrogator. “Now, you can leave. You’re not qualified to speak to me.”

A dead silence fell in front of the surveillance screen; everyone held their breath.

In that suffocating atmosphere, Brian Sullivan turned to look at the interrogation room on the other side of the corridor and calmly uttered two words: “Open the door.”

No one dared look up at his expression. A guard quickly stepped forward and swiped the access card with a beep.

The half-ton explosion-proof steel door rumbled open. William Bolton in the electric chair looked up to see the interrogator stand at attention. “Supervisor! You—”

Brian Sullivan walked into the interrogation room, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other pressing down on the iron table in front of William Bolton. Two long fingers tapped the tabletop, wasting not a single word:

“Where are the three accomplices?”

William Bolton had to tilt his head up to meet the Chief Supervisor of Shenhai City’s gaze from above.

At first glance, Brian Sullivan’s face was startling—because it was so sharply beautiful. His features were cold and pale, brows and eyes deep and dark, jawline and facial structure crisp and clear, with almost no soft lines.

Such near-perfect bone structure was visually striking, especially when combined with the power and status that set him above everyone else, pushing that sharpness to the extreme—almost to the point of being soul-shaking.

“…” William Bolton slowly began to smile, drawing out his words with interest: “Shen—Zhuo.”

No one answered him.

“I’ve heard people say that Inspector Sullivan is famous for two things: First, as one of the world’s top ten supervisors, he rules over twenty thousand Evolvers in Shenhai City with an iron fist, yet he himself is a completely ordinary person, utterly incapable of evolving.”

“Second,” William Bolton paused maliciously, “he was born with a face that’s hard to resist.”

“……”

The interrogation room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. William Bolton lifted his upper body from the electric chair, staring straight into Brian Sullivan’s eyes. “Beautiful man, let’s make a deal. You give me a thrill, and I’ll tell you where those three Evolvers are. How about it?”

Brian Sullivan stared at him, silent.

The clock on the wall ticked softly. William Bolton raised his cuffed hands and pointed upward, smiling. “You’re running out of time. Three dangerous Evolvers are on the loose—what do you think they’ll do next?”

If before everyone merely dared not breathe, now it felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing the air out of everyone’s lungs.

It seemed like a century passed, or maybe just a split second, before Brian Sullivan finally spoke:

“Uncuff him.”

The interrogator’s knees trembled beneath his uniform pants, but he forced himself to stay calm, stepped forward, and unlocked the handcuffs on both sides of the electric chair.

Under everyone’s gaze, but with no one daring to speak, William Bolton sat up with satisfaction, flexed his hands. “Now that’s more like it.” Then he reached for the immaculate collar of Brian Sullivan’s white shirt, grinning. “Supervisor Shen, you—”

Smack!

William Bolton felt his hand clamped in a vise, but in reality, it was just Brian Sullivan’s slender, gloved fingers.

The next second, unimaginable force crashed down on him. He didn’t even have time to believe his eyes before Brian Sullivan yanked him out of the electric chair and slammed him headfirst into the wall with a thunderous crash—the wall’s surface instantly cracked!

With no chance to fight back, William Bolton, a young and strong Evolver, was hoisted by the collar and mercilessly smashed into the wall by Brian Sullivan’s single hand—as if trying to shatter his skull, each blow faster and harder than the last, broken bricks scattering everywhere.

Boom!

The interrogation room wall caved in, revealing the riot-proof steel plate beneath.

With blood streaming down his face, William Bolton was forced to crash headlong into the steel plate, blood splattering across the wall!