FRGL chapter 3

If Eugene had to say it himself, he found the interrogation room even more unbearable than the pitch-dark solitary confinement cell underground.

Especially with his arms restrained behind his back, forced to sit still in a chair, and having to wait in this position for more than two hours.

The only other person in the room was a young prison guard standing stiffly, his gaze fixed on the wall. From the way he carried himself, it was clear he was new.

Eugene dragged his chair two inches closer to him. “Hey, handsome, how much longer do we have to wait?”

The guard shot him a wary glance. “I can’t talk to you.”

Eugene smirked and kicked the leg of the table. “Relax, it’s just the two of us here, and I’m tied up like a dumpling. What, are you afraid I’ll bite you?”

The guard instinctively reached for the baton at his waist. “Don’t move!”

Eugene’s hands were securely bound to the back of the chair, so he casually spread his legs and lifted them into the air in a mock surrender. “Alright, alright, I won’t move.”

The narrow interrogation room fell silent for about ten seconds before Eugene spoke again.

“But we’ve been waiting here for over two hours. This chair is making my hemorrhoids act up,” he said, leaning his head back in boredom and glancing at the guard from the corner of his eye. “Don’t you feel bored? How much do they pay you per hour?”

The guard ignored him.

“Do you have an Omega?” Eugene continued. “You know, in some places, an Omega can make more in an hour than you do in a month.”

The guard finally lost patience and snapped, “Can you shut up?”

“I can, but at least tell me who we’re waiting for,” Eugene said. “Your department’s efficiency is seriously messed up. If he’s coming at ten, couldn’t you have brought me in at ten? Why make me sit here for two hours…”

“Shut up!” the guard interrupted. “The prosecutor is very busy. The fact that he’s personally interrogating you is a big deal!”

“So should I be grateful, prostrate myself, and thank him for wasting two precious hours of my life?” Eugene rolled his eyes. “If the esteemed prosecutor got an upset stomach and had to run to the toilet, you could’ve told me. I’m a reasonable person…”

Before Eugene could finish, the door to the interrogation room swung open. He looked up and met Luo Hai’s cold, glassy eyes.

For a split second, time seemed to freeze, then quickly resumed its flow.

“You can go,” Luo Hai said.

The young guard hesitated for a moment, then bowed to Luo Hai and quickly left the room, as if escaping.

Now, only Eugene and Luo Hai remained in the small space.

Luo Hai had changed his clothes. Compared to their last meeting, his features carried a faint trace of fatigue, but he remained composed, elegant, and authoritative.

He pulled out a chair across from Eugene and sat down, meeting his gaze.

After a few seconds of silence, Eugene spoke first.

“Stop eating watermelon,” he said seriously.

“What?” Luo Hai frowned.

“I know it’s summer, and watermelon is refreshing and delicious, but never eat it on an empty stomach, especially in the morning,” Eugene said earnestly. “Otherwise, you’ll have diarrhea all day and no one will be able to save you.”

“…I did not have diarrhea,” Luo Hai said expressionlessly.

Eugene snorted, then burst into laughter, nearly collapsing onto the table. “Damn, I actually got you to say the word ‘diarrhea.’ I wish I could have recorded it, hahahaha…”

“Very amusing,” Luo Hai said coldly. “Since you like human excrement so much, I could have the warden fire the cleaning staff and let you lick the prison toilets clean with your tongue.”

Eugene’s smile froze. From years of social experience, he could tell Luo Hai was dead serious.

“If you’re done laughing, let’s begin.” Luo Hai placed a file on the table. “I ask, you answer. No lies, no evasion. Understood?”

“Got it,” Eugene tapped his temple with a finger. “But before we start, I have a small question.”

Luo Hai looked at him. Even with his current situation, Eugene maintained a casual, a lighthearted smirk, his blond curls swaying like clouds over his forehead.

“Ask,” Luo Hai said.

Eugene leaned forward, and despite his bound hands, a dangerous aura radiated from him. Luo Hai could clearly sense the sharp scent of alpha pheromones emanating from him—a silent declaration of dominance.

“My sentence has already been passed. In a week, I’ll be taken out and shot,” Eugene said with a grin. “So, Mr. Prosecutor, why should I answer your questions?”

“You’re human,” Luo Hai replied calmly. “As long as you’re human, you’ll want something. Even those on death row are no exception.”

Eugene chuckled. “What could a death row inmate possibly want?”

“If you had no demands, you wouldn’t have agreed to sit here and wait for me,” Luo Hai said, eyes fixed on him.

Eugene’s lips curled into a slow smile.

“Name your price, traitor,” Luo Hai said in a low voice.

“You,” Eugene said lazily, his gaze never leaving Luo Hai, sticking to him like glue. “I want you.”

Luo Hai frowned. “What?”

“Everything about you,” Eugene said. “Your face, your voice, your memories, your scent, the cup you drink from, or even your underwear. Anything of yours in exchange for my information.”

It was an undeniably provocative statement. If any of Luo Hai’s colleagues had heard it, they would have stormed in and ended the interrogation immediately.

But nothing happened. The room remained silent—this conversation was entirely private, and Luo Hai had not allowed anyone to interfere.

“Anything?” Luo Hai asked after a moment.

“Anything, but it has to be personal,” Eugene said, inching closer. “Don’t think about fooling me with your official stance or someone else’s stuff. I’m not that easy to trick.”

Luo Hai stared at him for a long second—perhaps two, perhaps an eternity. Finally, the silence was broken.

“Fine,” Luo Hai said. “Information for information, question for question. You answer mine, and I’ll answer yours.”

Eugene raised an eyebrow, about to speak, but Luo Hai cut him off.

“I ask two questions, you can ask one. And your question must only be about me—anything regarding the Nantes government or prosecution office is off-limits.”

“You really know how to drive a hard bargain, huh?” Eugene smirked.

“Take the deal, or spend a week licking toilets,” Luo Hai said. “Your choice.”

Eugene grinned. “Alright, I’m in.”

Luo Hai shifted his gaze down to the file and flipped it open. “A week ago, a bombing occurred in front of Duhart Cathedral, killing five Alphas, including Bishop Delio and Father Sean. Three Omegas were arrested for anti-social crimes. Was the operation planned by you?”

Eugene smirked. “Yes.”

Luo Hai glanced at him and continued. “Three days ago, on Offering Day, a large number of Omegas in Lesao and Langsai resisted injection treatments. One of them even injured a guard with a high heel. Were you involved?”

“I don’t know, maybe,” Eugene still wore the same expression. “Or maybe they were just tired of living like livestock.”

“Don’t play games with me,” Luo Hai’s face darkened. “All those Omegas had your little group’s pamphlets—”

“Two questions,” Eugene interrupted. “You’re done. Now it’s my turn.”

Luo Hai frowned, pressing his lips into a thin line, locked in a standoff with Eugene.

Eugene leaned forward, blocking the overhead light. Even with his hands tied, his presence was overwhelming.

“Why you?” Eugene asked softly. “There are so many interrogators in the prison, so many prosecutors in the office. Why did it have to be you interrogating me?”

Luo Hai answered without hesitation, “The other interrogators have their own cases—”

“Wrong.” Eugene cut him off. “Think carefully before you answer. I told you, I’m not so easy to fool.”

“Because I don’t trust anyone else,” Luo Hai said. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable letting anyone else handle such a big case.”

“Wrong again,” Eugene said firmly, his gaze locked onto Luo Hai’s. “Prosecutor Luo, I thought this conversation was supposed to be built on honesty and trust. If you’re not willing to be honest with me, then why should I cooperate with you?”

“We have plenty of ways to make prisoners talk,” Luo Hai’s voice dropped lower.

“That might work on others, not on me,” Eugene grinned. “Feel free to try if you don’t believe me.”

A brief silence filled the interrogation room before Luo Hai finally spoke.

“I wanted to see you one last time before you died,” he said.