In the dim and damp underground room, only a single incandescent bulb overhead flickered with a faint light.
The cold light danced hollowly over the man standing with hands behind his back, casting his silhouette into even deeper solitude.
Upon hearing the questioning voice behind him, he slowly turned around, his face—previously gentle and unable to hide its handsome features even if a thousand pearls were dimmed—was now filled with a cold killing intent, chilling to the bone.
This was the first time Gu Yu had come face to face and communicated with this man.
Before, the only way he knew and understood him was through stacks of documents and photographs.
The man in those pictures had an air of naive honesty, always appearing benevolently pure and kind-hearted.
But now, the one standing before him was truly a bloodthirsty Shura, whose emotions even he couldn't see through.
Ha, how could the man who had pursued him to this point from Hua Country possibly be naive and honest?
