This World Is Too Imperfect

The chaotic, disordered mutter that came from Lu Xin's mouth, sounding almost like dream-talk, made both Number Eight and the old security guard swallow hard. They felt a kind of chaos they had never experienced before. They stared at Lu Xin tensely, forgetting even the argument they had just been having and the enforcers outside the building. They could only feel a primal fear rising from the depths of their hearts.

Even Teacher Lu on the sofa was drawn to Lu Xin at that moment and weakly opened her eyes.

The word "sad" from Lu Xin's mouth reached her ears, and instantly, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"You..."

The old security guard felt the shotgun in Lu Xin's grip, as though the weapon in his hands had come alive and was slipping beyond his control.

Although he was certain that he held no ill will toward Lu Xin this time and was standing on the same side as him,

he still couldn't help feeling afraid.

He wanted to ask something, or perhaps explain something, but when the first word left his mouth, he found that his voice was trembling badly.

"The things you're discussing are so boring..."

Lu Xin held the shotgun in one hand and cast them a glance.

Under that gaze, both Number Eight and the old security guard couldn't help but shudder. The look was shrewd and sharp, seemingly possessing the power to see through people's hearts. Yet appearing on Lu Xin's face, it seemed utterly out of place. Only after their initial shock did they suddenly realize that when Lu Xin said those words, he was no longer using his usual tone of voice.

"Everything is clearly under someone else's control, yet you're fighting tooth and nail to take responsibility..."

Lu Xin smiled faintly, his