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Yan Ningyuan found no information on the computer, except for one message: "Interpol has transferred Wuxiang to federal jurisdiction. Starting today, Wuxiang is now the number one wanted criminal in the Federation and no longer falls under Interpol's purview."

The department transfer indicates a change in nature.

What was initially an international crime has transformed into counter-espionage crimes, terrorist organization crimes, drug-related crimes—multiple charges all falling under federal jurisdiction.

Xu Nu frowned; Carter had been pursuing Wuxiang for so many years without any success. It seems he was forced to transfer the case to the FBI due to pressure and added multiple charges against Wuxiang.

But what does this have to do with Wuxiang's crimes and Nuwen

Xu Nu couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she thought about it.

The information Xu Nu got from several phone calls was almost identical, but the specific reasons were unclear. It seems the decision was made on a whim by the top authority without being recorded in the case files.

Given Nuwen's recent popularity in America and her status as an artist, are they not worried about stirring up controversy

Cheng Anya was worried about both Ren Warm and Fei Mo, making it a very difficult night for her.

"Mommy, don't worry. If Fei Mo can't solve this, Nuo Nuo and I will go to America," Ye Ningyuan comforted Cheng Anya gently. Having many people wouldn't be of much use; he and Xu Nuo could contact Ye Feimo directly, so it didn't matter whether they were in America or not.

For now, there was nothing else to do but wait.

When Ren Warm woke up, everything around her was dark. Droplets of water fell intermittently, as if she was in a large basement. She had been tied to a chair and restrained with leg shackles, unable to move at all. What surprised her the most was that her shirt had been removed, leaving her wearing only a low-cut strap top. The cold underground wind blew fiercely, making Ren Warm very scared. There was an illumination lamp on the basement's ceiling, but it looked old and dilapidated. On another table were many torture instruments, and there were iron chains hanging from the basement's ceiling... It seemed like this place was a prison cell.

"Who's there" Though she was in America now, she had gotten used to speaking English. With an American accent that wasn't yet perfect, Ren Warm could vaguely see people standing in the shadows but couldn’t make them out clearly because of the blinding light on her. She could barely open her eyes due to the bright light and couldn't tell who was watching her or who had captured her. Since coming to America, she had been behaving well by studying diligently and acting responsibly without offending anyone. Who would want to capture her

The lights dimmed slightly, allowing Ren Warm's eyes to adjust a bit. A few chairs were set up in front of her, with one black man and one white man sitting there. They both had large, muscular figures that appeared very formidable. Alongside them, several men in black suits stood about ten meters away from the two men, while an elegant-looking gentleman watched her with pity-filled eyes as if sympathizing deeply with her predicament.

Ren Warm nervously asked, "Who are you"

"My name is Will Robert," the black man smiled politely and said.

"Daniel Smith." The white man introduced himself calmly as well.

Will and Daniel, Warm completely didn't know them, nor did she know why they had captured her. She had experienced a kidnapping in Rome before, so this time she remained relatively calm, not as panic-stricken as one might expect. There was only a vague sense of unease.

It was precisely because of this calmness that the FBI agents grew suspicious, questioning her identity and background.

A typical woman in such circumstances would scream and shout for them to release her. America is a place where human rights are highly valued; it was obvious she was far more composed than most people.

Daniel picked up a piece of white paper from the table, "Warm, Chinese-American artist, former wife of Ye Feimo, CEO of Anning International, currently enrolled in the performing arts department at xxx University, parents are businessmen."

Warm frowned; she didn't care what they were saying and was intensely angry about her current situation. She had been bound, with her feet handcuffed as well. Her upper clothing had been removed, leaving her wearing only a low-cut halter top, revealing glimpses of her chest whenever she lowered her head. This made Warm extremely uncomfortable, especially in the presence of so many men in this underground interrogation room.

She was furious and asked sternly, "Can you please cover me with something"

The few agents standing by laughed loudly, "Aren't you an artist If artists can strip on national television, exposing their shoulders isn't a big deal. Stop being so dramatic."

Warm glared coldly at them, her demeanor intimidating, "Even if I were to strip in front of the entire world without the internet or buying tickets for the movie, you still wouldn’t have the right to watch."

The few people paled slightly. Will picked up a photo from the table; it showed a butterfly tattoo. He asked, "Listen, girl, don't be so quick with your words. Do you recognize this butterfly tattoo"

"Who are you people" Wenr暖 asked, enunciating each word clearly. "This is illegal detention; I don't care who you are, I want to see my lawyer. I have the right not to answer your questions."

"That all depends on whether you can actually see your lawyer," Daniel said. "Miss Wen, I think it would be best if you cooperated. This way everyone will be happier."

Wenr暖 silently observed them from head to toe, trying to figure out who these people were and what they wanted. She truly had no idea. The photo was of a butterfly birthmark that matched the one on her shoulder in color and shape.

Could it be possible that having such a birthmark was against the law

In light of their rudeness, Wenr暖 wasn't planning to say a single word or cooperate with them at all.

The elegant man standing further away said, "FBI, Miss Wen, I advise you to be more cooperative."

Wenr暖 was shocked. For an instant, she even thought her ears were playing tricks on her; she had only heard this term in Hollywood blockbusters before, sounding particularly powerful and impressive, with unparalleled investigative prowess.

This was a world completely separate from hers.

She never imagined that one day she would be summoned by the FBI in such an humiliating manner. The elegant man continued, "This is an underground interrogation room. You are suspected of espionage, drug-related crimes, and endangering US government security, among other offenses. Miss Wen, it’s best if you cooperate with us. Perhaps you’ll walk out shortly; or perhaps you'll stay here forever."n his good driving skills, enjoyed listening to rock music while doing so. Moyao had told him many times that it was dangerous, but Mosai didn’t think much of it; the probability of him having an acci...