I Have Infinite Skill Points

"What? My son is a Demon Clan spy? Don't spout nonsense." Ma Bo still had that unyielding demeanor, as if he was certain that as long as he denied everything, the Tianjian Bureau would have no way to deal with him.

This tactic might work on a police inspector, but it's useless against the Tianjian Bureau.

"Ma Bo... you might not know this. We have received reliable information that your son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter were not protected by the Demon Clan, but were killed by them. The Demon Clan used you and killed all your relatives. And you are still delusional, not waking up to the truth?"

"What? My son... is dead? And my Xixi... she's dead too?" Ma Bo stared with bewildered eyes, looking incredulously at Wang Qianfeng.

"Dead!" Wang Qianfeng stated flatly.

"You're lying, you're lying to me—"

"Indeed, they are dead. They ate your son, granddaughter, and daughter-in-law and now reside within their bodies. Only you, a fool, are still working for them. Tell us everything you know; at least you can get revenge for your son and granddaughter."

"I don't know... I really don't know. I don't know anything... I just run my company, do my research... I had no idea my niece was of the Demon Clan, nor that my son and the others..."

Wang Qianfeng had originally thought that Ma Bo would confess after learning of his son's death. However, he had underestimated the old man's cunning, as Ma Bo still tried to argue even at this point.

"Forget it, you are still clinging to false hopes." Wang Qianfeng let out a long sigh. "But you're seriously underestimating us. Wu Chao!"

"Present!" Wu Chao responded sharply.

"Spirit Engraving."

"Now? Are you sure?"

"If something goes wrong, I'll take the blame!" Wang Qianfeng commanded unequivocally.

"Yes!" Wu Chao strode towards Ma Bo, who looked at the approaching Wu Chao with terrified eyes. It was only at this moment that the Tianjian Bureau members conducting the interrogation saw true fear in Ma Bo's eyes.

Some people refuse to shed a tear until they see their own coffin, while others only start crying when they're lying inside it.

Ma Bo was overly confident, or rather, arrogant. He did not believe that the Tianjian Bureau would lay a hand on a scientist like him. Spirit Engraving is extremely violent; even a young person would suffer brain damage during the process, let alone an old man like him. And he was confident that his knowledge, expertise, and status in the scientific community would make the Tianjian Bureau hesitate, fearing to damage his brain through engraving.

But then... the person for Spirit Engraving was actually approaching. Was this a bluff, or were they serious?

Wu Chao had received his orders and, naturally, would carry them out. "Mr. Ma Bo, don't resist when I perform the Spirit Engraving. If you don't resist at all, it won't harm your brain."

Speaking, he pressed his hand onto Ma Bo's head and took out a Soul Bead with his left hand.

But not resist? How could that even be possible? It's like someone telling you not to blink while they poke a needle at your eye. Could anyone do that? Just try! Only those who, deep in their subconscious, trusted someone implicitly, or who could completely control their instinctive reactions, could manage not to resist at all during the engraving. Ma Bo certainly couldn't achieve that.

So when Wu Chao's Star Martial Skill shone and invaded Ma Bo's brain, Ma Bo's body suddenly shook violently. The arms that bound Ma Bo instantly bulged with veins.

"Don't... don't... stop... stop..."

Wang Qianfeng stood with crossed arms, unmoved.

"I'll confess... I'll spill everything... I'll tell you all—" Ma Bo suddenly screamed desperately.

"Stop!" Wang Qianfeng commanded.

Wu Chao retracted his hand.

Wang Qianfeng came over to Ma Bo coldly and lightly lifted Ma Bo's chin. "You only have one chance, and just one minute. No... thirty seconds!"

"I'll talk... I'll talk... Stop using Spirit Engraving... I don't want to become an idiot."

"Did you create the Demonic Transformation Potion?"

"Yes, I made it..."

"Where is the production workshop?"

"I... I don't know... After I finished making it... the Demon Clan cut off my contact with the workshop. I don't know where it is. Only the Demon Clan knows."

Wang Qianfeng was not satisfied with this answer. Seeing Wang Qianfeng's gaze, Ma Bo suddenly panicked again.

"I'm not lying. Although I helped them make the Demonic Transformation Potion, they didn't trust me. Once the production was complete, they just dropped me."

"I know that creating the Demonic Transformation Potion requires a human genetic code formula. Where did you get that formula from?"

"It was given to me by Song Zifeng..."

"You're lying! Song Zifeng would never give you the biological genetic code formula. It looks like we still need to engrave. Wu Chao."

"It's not a lie. It really was Song Zifeng who gave it to me... The experiment accident twelve years ago wasn't an accident; it was actually a conspiracy planned by the Demon Clan. Their original target was Song Zifeng, but when he refused to cooperate, they engraved Song Zifeng's memories. They discovered this formula from his memories... I... I..."

"You capitulated because you were afraid of dying?"

"I am not afraid of death!" Ma Bo suddenly lifted his head to look at Wang Qianfeng. "I have never feared death. If I did, I wouldn't dare to conduct experiments with equipment I knew was faulty. If I were afraid of death, I wouldn't use myself to test my chemical potions.

"I don't fear death. My cooperation with the Demon Clan... is simply because I have completely lost hope in humanity as a species.

"I don't understand why God would create humans. Or rather, God's original intention in creating humans probably wasn't this current species. Human thoughts are too filthy, their moral standards too low; humans are born with inherent vices.

"I am a scholar at heart, and I adore my scientific endeavors. They envied me because I was better than them, so they ostracized me.

"They snatched my research grants, the laboratory that should have been mine, my nominations, my honors, and even my research achievements.

"I was angry, and even more sorrowful. Throughout human history, it has been a history of plundering.

"Whether it's against their own kind or other species, humans are always endlessly plundering. They plunder when they're hungry and even more unscrupulously when they're not.

"Perhaps the appearance of the Demon Clan is God's way of creating something to eliminate this failed species?"

"Just because you can't get along with your colleagues, you're blaming the entire human race? Have you ever considered why it's only you who can't harmonize with others? Why can everyone else form close friendships and you can't?"

"Have you ever seen a person become best friends with a monkey? Have you seen someone treat a pig as a friend? After seeing their inherent vices, how could I possibly acknowledge them and become friends with them?

"In this life, science will be my only friend."

"The Demon Clan killed your relatives, yet why do you continue to collaborate with them? Don't tell me you didn't know before. When I told you that your son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter were all dead, your face looked shocked, but your heart rate barely changed, and your emotions weren't genuinely stirred."

"Relatives? I'm all alone in this world. What relatives do I have?" Ma Bo said with a self-deprecating smile.

"You have a wife, a son, and a granddaughter?"

"Hahaha..." Ma Bo suddenly laughed, a laugh full of irony.

"My son... hahaha... the son I raised for forty years, I only found out that he had no blood relation to me when he turned forty... hahaha...

"You asked me why, even after they killed my son and granddaughter, I would still cooperate with them? Every single second they lived reminded me of what a fool I've been. They were my disgrace!"

"So, the deaths of your son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter were even at your request? Including Professor Zhang Yingqiu's sudden heart attack seven years ago?"

"Yes! Exactly." Ma Bo seemed to have let everything go, the smile on his face gradually twisting into a maniacal grin.

"Wu Chao, Spirit Engraving."

"I've already confessed everything, you... You're breaking your word!"

"Afraid your confession isn't complete enough!" Wang Qianfeng coldly delivered this parting shot and rose to his feet.

No sooner had he left the interrogation room than Wang Qianfeng picked up the phone. "What's the matter?"

"Director Wang, Wang Lan says he's made a significant discovery and requests to see you."

Again?

This question was quite telling.

In the past, after the Demon Clan had stirred up trouble and left a mess behind, it would only then dawn on the Tianjian Bureau that the Demon Clan had made a move. But in just the span of half a year, Wang Qianfeng felt as if their roles had completely reversed. The Tianjian Bureau, previously the one being bullied, had transformed and started wielding a big stick, bullying the Demon Clan in turn. The change in roles made many people feel a bit disoriented.

Recently, there seemed to be too many Demon Clan spies caught. Lately, there were too many clues about the Demon Clan uncovered. Recently... the Demon Clan had been having a rather miserable time.

Has the performance of this generation of Demon Clan spies deteriorated?

From the end of last year to after the new year, Wang Lan was on fire, as if his personal cosmos had erupted. Previously, it was luck-based to stumble upon clues regarding the Demon Clan. But now, it was as if his cosmos was operating at full throttle, transforming him into a Demon Clan search radar. Despite the Demon Clan hiding so deep, they were still dug out by Wang Lan.

What caused Wang Lan's cosmos to burst out? Wang Qianfeng scratched his chin and pondered. It's one thing to provoke anyone else, but to provoke Wang Lan's aunt... Annoy someone else, and Wang Lan might not have been so incensed. But provoke Wang Qi, and Wang Lan practically transformed, his ability to uncover the Demon Clan becoming preternaturally sharp. In the end, the Demon Clan brought this upon themselves!

「Back in the office, both Wang Lan and Xu Shiyun were present.」

"Wang Lan, tell me, what have you found now?"

"Another Demon Clan spy group, or maybe a base, I'm not sure yet. But forty-two kilometers away from here in Changxiang District, there's someone who's in contact with an elite Demon Clan unit," Wang Lan reported.

"You... You've even got the address locked down?" Wang Qianfeng looked at Wang Lan in shock. He had thought that Wang Lan had merely found a clue, just a clue. But he never imagined Wang Lan would have it all figured out in one go. Not only had he found a clue, but he'd also pinpointed the exact coordinates?

When did finding Demon Clan spies become so easy? Or was the Tianjian Bureau of the past just too incompetent?

"How did you discover it?"

"That tablet belonging to the little girl, Zhang Jixi. Director Wang, do you still remember the scene back then? Zhang Jixi revealed her true form rather than let the tablet fall into my hands. I guessed that there must be important clues inside the tablet.

"In the tablet, I found a private server game which Zhang Jixi often played. And the game's server is at the coordinates I discovered.

"A tablet game with a private server? And the whole game has only Zhang Jixi as a player? Definitely something fishy there!"

No, it's not the game that's fishy; it's you. That was the only thought in Wang Qianfeng's mind. Your thought process, how does it even work? How could you think of this? Granted, if you think about it, the logic is sound. But... no normal person would come to this conclusion, right?