Lu Youxun had always been amiable and graceful, always speaking and acting genteelly as if he was never capable of anger. Therefore, when Zhu Shi mentioned to me about his tragic experience of being captured and researched by an underground organization, it was hard for me to associate it with the man I knew in reality. He seemed like a person who had always had a smooth and stable life, matching his stable emotional state.
But at this moment, he displayed unprecedented hatred and rage, with bulging veins on his forehead and a fierce, bloodshot gaze, looking like a completely different person. If the man wearing a silver mask in the photo were to appear before him, I had no doubt he would pounce like a demon, biting off his face and ruthlessly tearing apart his flesh.
"What is the Human Bureau?" I asked Lu Youxun, although I had already speculated.
Zhu Shi glanced at the completely engrossed Lu Youxun, seemingly hesitant to explain in Lu Youxun's presence.