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Half an hour later.
Qingluo Acropolis City Guardian's Mansion, prison interrogation room.
In the spacious interrogation room, only Wang Anye and Wu Yiluo remained.
The soldiers and guards from the patrol camp were guarding outside, ready to rush in at a call.
This was Wang Anye's way of practicing interrogation skills that he had learned. Since he had free time, he figured he might as well contribute to Daqian's public security.
Wang Anye sat upright at the interrogation table, staring eye to eye with the little beggar Wu Yiluo, who was confined within the bars.
"On what grounds do you say I'm a fugitive?" Wu Yiluo was angry, her eyes wide open, full of defiance. "Do you even understand Daqian Law?"
