I can rewind time to prevent death

Actually, the brown-clothed person standing on the stairs was already quite curious; he couldn't understand how Yan Junze could possibly recognize him and accurately call out his code number.

"Could it be... this guy knows my real identity?"

Enke 3023 was extremely puzzled. He knew very well that here, each person should not know the real identities of their teammates unless one held a higher position within the organization, which might grant access to each person's identity information.

Standing on the stairs, hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but climb back up to the second floor and turned into the room that Yan Junze had entered.

The moment he entered the room, his head took a solid hit. If not for the hood indirectly protecting his head, the blow might have cracked his skull.

Yan Junze caught the staggering man, swung the door halfway closed behind them, and then dragged the fellow under a desk, crouching down as well.

He secured the Black Spirit Mallet, feeling somewhat relieved. The hit just now was clearly not well-controlled; he had nearly cracked the guy's skull open.

After sighing, he disarmed the other party and carried out the necessary bodily restraints. He then lifted the hood off the unconscious Enke 3023, revealing the face of an ordinary resident of Great Capital, USA, clearly not someone from Huaying Great Capital who spoke fluent English.

From the pen holder on the desk, he picked up a pen, removed the cap, and revealed a very sharp pen tip.

After that, Yan Junze alternated between pinching the man's philtrum and slapping his face.

Finally, he turned on a tap in the office corner, caught some yellowish, dirty water that came out, and without caring whether it was clean or not, poured it over Enke 3023's face.

After a bout of cold, the unconscious man finally woke up.

It took him quite a while to see his surroundings clearly, then he realized his metal stick was gone, his hands were tied behind his back, his shoes and socks had been removed, with the socks stuffed in his mouth, while a sharp pen point was pressed against his tender neck. A hooded comrade was squatting in front of him, making a silence gesture.

It took 5.3 seconds for Enke 3023 to realize that he had been knocked out and controlled by the guy who had stood at the stairway entrance, calling him into the room.

At this moment, Yan Junze spoke in a low voice, raising the sharp tip of the pen in his hand, "Now, you answer whatever I ask you. If you deliberately hide something or give random answers, I assure you that you'll soon feel the heat of your blood gushing out as your neck artery throbs."

Enke 3023 was so terrified that he shook all over and nodded immediately without hesitation.

This response caused Yan Junze, who expected a struggle, to be rather perplexed.

Under normal circumstances, one wouldn't expect someone from such a disciplined force to surrender so quickly; at the very least, they should have strong mental resistance.

But the reality before him suggested otherwise.

This man's military attire was completely at odds with his current reaction.

"What's your name?" Yan Junze asked, pulling the sock out of his mouth.

"John Donne," Enke 3023 responded quickly.

"What are you doing in Huaying Great Capital?"

"Catching strangenesses," said John, feeling as if he hadn't made himself clear, he added, "Catching some special strangenesses."

As if understanding, Yan Junze nodded, "The strangeness you're catching today is..."

"Mother and daughter corpses," answered John.

"Why catch them?"

"I don't know, I really don't. At my level, I wouldn't have access to such information," John quickly shook his head.

At this moment, John Donne probably guessed that Yan Junze was not one of them, or not even a person from Great Capital, USA, although he too spoke English, but the accent gave him away.

"What... what organization are you from?" Yan Junze asked.

John was startled and said nothing.

The sharp pen point pressed down, piercing into his skin, and a drop of blood seeped out, trickling down slowly.

In a panic, John's face turned pale, and he quickly said, "Half... Half Moon Association."