I Am the Ruler of All

Hades reported, "He said that both he and Jonas belonged to a spy team named Earthworm. The team consists of five people in total, but he has only met the team leader, so he doesn't know who the other two team members were."

"What about the rest?" Kingsley asked, "Is that all?"

"Yes." Hades nodded. "He hasn't come clean about the rest yet."

Kingsley took a look at Karl, who was beaten black and blue in the face and commented impassively, "Alright, I got it. I'll take over from here."

"Yes, sir!" Hades replied before easing his mind. With the kind of capabilities that Ares has, he'll get even the most tight-lipped person to talk!

Kingsley pulled a chair over and sat across Jonas and Karl. It was something that Kingsley preferred; sitting down and being at eye level with his enemies whenever he was interrogating them would allow him to observe the other party’s eyes. A cigarette was taken out of his pocket as Kingsley said to Jonas, "Wanna have a try? It's supplied specially for our country's military, so most people have never even seen it."

Jonas grinned as he shifted in his seat while replying in stilted Qustian language, "But you guys tied my hands and feet!"

"That's simple," Kingsley replied. Then, with a wave of his hand, he ordered impassively, "Untie them."

The instant he said that, both Jonas and Karl were stunned. "W-What? You're gonna untie us?" They were so astounded that they could not believe their ears. "A-Aren't you worried that we're gonna run away?"

"If you think you could do that, you should give it a try." Kingsley crossed his legs. "I'm very generous to my prisoners, but if they attempt to escape… I usually shoot them dead on the spot."

Jonas was rendered speechless as his color came and went several times. Finally, he said with a sigh, "Just as expected of Ares, the God of War. I don't have the nerve to run away in front of you."

Hades stepped forward and untied the hands of both men. As promised, Kingsley tossed them a cigarette each while interrogating, "Tell me about your spy team."

Jonas and Karl turned to look at each other before exchanging looks.

Kingsley smirked. "Stop looking at each other. It doesn't matter which one of you confesses," he began before slowly blowing a smoke ring. Gradually, his voice turned frosty as he continued, "However, my patience is limited, so I'll only hear the confession from one of you."

"W-What do you mean by that?" Karl placed his cigarette between his lips with trembling hands before taking a breath. He asked in horror, "What do you mean by 'I'll only hear the confession from one of you.'?"

"The person who confesses first can be extradited back to his country..." A corner of Kingsley’s mouth was curled up to reveal a dry smile. "Whereas the other person will have no choice but to be buried on this foreign soil, I'm afraid."

Both Jonas and Karl were rendered speechless before they stopped exchanging glances in that instant. Instead, they withdrew their gazes and lowered their heads in thought.

The situation right now was completely different from back when they were captured. If they had died during capture, they would have become martyrs and heroes. However, if they were to be killed at this very moment because of a late confession, they would definitely die in vain! The person who managed to survive and return to Sweoya probably would not even identify his comrade as an honorary hero; instead, he could even frame the other person as the nation’s biggest traitor! After all, the dead could not speak, so the person who lived could vilify and take advantage of the person who died however he wanted.

Both Jonas and Karl had the same exact thought; instantaneously, the atmosphere in the interrogation room became quiet and strange…