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Interrogation room.
Roger, who had just been healed, sat in the chair, his face showing no trace of panic.
He believed that based on some of his professional knowledge,
they would need him.
So, he wasn't too worried about his life being in danger.
Moreover, from his perspective, he could tell that they did not harbor much intent to kill.
Sure enough, not only did they not kill him, but they had also tended to his wounds.
"It's useless, even if you get the details about the billion bounty, you can't stop the mandate that's already been issued."
"Hua Bei" Roger, thrilled, touched his wound, finding that it wasn't a trick of the light or a hallucination.
He clicked his tongue repeatedly, and only after a while did he remember what Zhou Ping'an was asking and replied in a disheartened tone,
