Rebirth Counterattack: I Heard That the Imperial Marshal Has a Crush on Me

Chu Muxi had enough of admiring the other party’s embarrassment and then slowly and disgustedly removed the thing blocking the other party’s mouth.

“…cough, cough, cough, why is it you!! I want to see Marshal Lu!” As soon as the man’s mouth was freed, he started shouting.

Chu Muxi sat down on the sofa and looked the man up and down until his face turned red and his neck thickened.

“Have you forgotten that you are the one being interrogated now?” Chu Muxi smiled half-heartedly. He took out a small knife from somewhere and played with it casually between his fingers. “Before making a request, shouldn’t you first explain your situation honestly and clearly?”

The man’s eyes were fixed on the knife in Chu Muxi’s hand, and he said warily, “…You, what do you want to do? Don’t mess around!” Then he saw the icy cold light reflected from Chu Muxi’s knife and couldn’t help but feel guilty. “I, I just want to see Marshal Lu and tell him something very important! I can only tell him this matter, and no one else!”

“There’s no difference between telling him and telling me.” Chu Muxi said casually.

Seeing that Chu Muxi seemed to have no intention of harming him, the man became arrogant again and sneered, “Don’t think that you can really make decisions for him just because you’re with Marshal Lu. It’s not your place to hear about this kind of thing.”

Chu Muxi raised his eyebrows. “I was originally curious about what kind of person the leader of your organization was, so I decided to take a look. Now I’m very doubtful about how you achieved the position of leader with your IQ and EQ. You’re not a fake, are you?”

“What do you mean? Are you deliberately belittling me? Do you think that this will prevent Marshal Lu from contacting me? Marshal Lu and I are fighting for the empire and the happiness and stability of the people! And you! I know you’re a young master from a wealthy family. What do you know? You only want to have fun, and your scumbag father is the norm among people in your circle. Do you think you’re any different from him?!”

A knife was passed through his hair and nailed to the head of the bed.

The man tried to struggle but was so frightened that he immediately became motionless, his expression panicked and his body stiff.

“…You, you, what do you want to do…” he asked, stammering, his face turning pale.

He was now a little afraid that Chu Muxi might lose control and stab him.

Chu Muxi walked up to him, leaned down, looked at him, smiled slightly, and spoke each word clearly.

“You talk too much.”

Chu Muxi straightened up. “Okay, don’t bother anymore. Let’s start with your name.”

“…Roy.” The man with glasses named Roy dared not speak out in anger, so he could only answer the question honestly.

“Roy, right? You founded this organization?” Chu Muxi asked again.

“Of course, it was me! I worked so hard to create this organization. If it weren’t for me—”

“Tell the truth.” Chu Muxi interrupted him. “There’s no need to repeat the nonsense. Let’s discuss something practical and useful.”

Roy was choked and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to refute. However, because of the knife Chu Muxi had nailed to his hair, he said without confidence, “Yes, someone helped me.”

“Let me tell you.” Chu Muxi smiled deeply. “You look just like a puppet.”

Still the kind that didn’t work very well with his brain.