The Impossible Sequel to Genshin Impact

Right where everyone's eyes were focused, the man stood there like a towering mountain. His figure was straight and slender, exuding an innate confidence and majesty. His eyes were firm and sharp, like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky, or the dawn that pierces the darkness at dawn. It seemed that nothing in the world could escape the scrutiny of his sharp eyes, as if any secrets and conspiracies would be exposed in front of him.

He slightly raised his well-defined chin and said in an unquestionable and resounding tone: "Leave her to me, you can all leave." Although his voice was low, the power contained in it was like rolling thunder, slowly rippling in the vast air. The low and powerful sound was like the roar of an ancient beast, carrying endless pressure and power, which made people tremble with fear.

Each syllable was like an extremely heavy cannonball, with the force of thunder, fiercely smashing into people's hearts. Along with this heart-shaking sound, everyone felt their heartbeats involuntarily begin to accelerate, as if a war drum was violently beaten, and the rhythm became more and more rapid.

The majesty contained in this voice was so powerful that it was jaw-dropping. It was like an invisible shock wave that swept across the vast and boundless venue at lightning speed. It was also like a violent hurricane that ruthlessly hit the mental defenses of everyone present. Faced with such a terrifying power, people's bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly, like a candle in the wind, which could be blown out by this powerful force at any time.

At this moment, Wu Xiang, who was standing nearby, suddenly raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth. His movements were as fast as lightning, and his eyes revealed great awe and obedience. Then he responded loudly in a very respectful tone: "Yes, Colonel Dickel!" Before he finished speaking, Wu Xiang turned around without hesitation and quickly retreated.

At this moment, although Wuxiang was covered with wounds and his clothes were tattered, his movements were still so quick and agile that it amazed everyone. He flashed and disappeared from everyone's sight like a ghost, without leaving even the slightest trace of delay.

As Wuxiang's ghostly figure quickly retreated, the already extremely tense atmosphere at the scene seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and instantly became more solemn and oppressive. Everyone present seemed to be able to feel the heavy pressure, making it almost impossible to breathe.

All the soldiers' eyes, as if attracted by a magnet, were focused on the man everyone called Colonel Dickel. At this moment, their eyes were not only filled with curiosity and doubt, but also with undisguised nervousness and deep fear of their unknown fate. Everyone stared at Colonel Dickel with eyes wide open, as if afraid of missing even the slightest detail of the next change, and in their hearts they were eagerly looking forward to the thrilling scene that was about to take place in this small space.

At this moment, Colonel Dickel spoke again in his low and majestic voice: "Take her away, I need to torture her!" This short sentence was like a thunder in the air, making everyone's heart tremble. Before he finished speaking, two strong soldiers immediately responded, walked forward with big strides, effortlessly controlled Ye Xingchen, and quickly took her out of the room.

After Ye Xingchen was taken away, Colonel Dickel stood there, frowning slightly, with a hint of dissatisfaction and disgust in his eyes. He slowly raised his head and looked at the interrogation room in front of him, which had become dilapidated due to the fierce battle just now. The walls that were originally as white as snow were now covered with scratches of varying depths and crisscrossing, as well as bullet holes as dense as honeycombs; the ground was even more messy, with all kinds of debris scattered everywhere, including broken tables and chairs, twisted metal tools, etc., and the shocking bloodstains were like a weird painting, wantonly painted on this chaotic scene.

Colonel Dickel became increasingly annoyed at the sight of such a mess. He waved his hand impatiently and ordered the rest of the soldiers in a low and stern voice, "You guys clean up." Before he finished speaking, the soldiers acted quickly as if they had received an imperial decree. They did not dare to be negligent at all and took action. They had a clear division of labor. Some were responsible for cleaning up the debris on the ground, some picked up rags to wipe the marks on the wall, and some carried buckets to wash the blood on the ground...

These well-trained soldiers moved extremely fast, as fast as the wind, and could shuttle through every corner in the blink of an eye; their work efficiency was even higher than lightning. In just a moment, the originally messy interrogation room was completely renewed under their concerted efforts, as if the thrilling battle had never happened. In just a moment, the scattered debris and shocking bloodstains in the room all disappeared without a trace as if they had evaporated from the face of the earth; even the deep and shallow, criss-crossing scratches on the wall seemed to have been cast with magical magic, and in the blink of an eye they were restored to their original state and became smooth and flat.

Colonel Dickel stood there like a cold and hard sculpture, motionless and silent. His sharp eyes, like a hawk soaring in the sky, stared at every move of the soldiers, not missing any subtle details. When the room was tidy again, he turned around in an instant, like a sudden whirlwind, and strode towards a table not far away.

Coming to the table, Colonel Dickel reached out and grabbed the interrogation record on it, and couldn't wait to read it. His eyes were focused and anxious, as if it was not an ordinary interrogation record, but a mysterious map book containing countless precious treasures. This interrogation record was like an obscure code book, which densely recorded all kinds of information about Ye Xingchen revealed during the interrogation. It seemed that there was an unfathomable mystery hidden behind every word, waiting for people to uncover it one by one.

When his eyes swept over the name column, he couldn't help but be slightly startled, and murmured softly: "Oh... So her name is Ye Xingchen..." These words seemed to have some kind of magic, slowly floating out of his mouth and echoing in the air.