"Elder Chen," Ye Weiming looked down from his superior position at Chen Youliang, who was lying on the ground with a face turning the color of liver due to the churning in his belly, wanting to relieve himself but unable to do so. Ye Weiming revealed a harmless smile and then said, "The Imperial Detective Bureau is currently investigating the feud between the Six Major Sects and the Ming Sect. There are some matters that require your cooperation; that shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Chen Youliang, enduring the pain in his stomach and gritting his teeth, asked, "What kind of cooperation do you want from me?"
"It's very simple," Ye Weiming replied cheerily, "From now on, no matter what I say, you just have to repeat it after me, exactly as I say it."
"Parroting, simple enough, right?"