Lu Xin's Mental Core (Second Update)

Perhaps Lu Xin's attitude had been too firm when he said those words.

The entire little restaurant became oppressive.

Lu Xin had not deliberately threatened him or suppressed him with mental power, but Number Eight, sitting opposite him, had already begun trembling from head to toe.

It was obvious that Number Eight was trying desperately to steady himself, but his gaze had already begun to waver.

The steadfastness and pride that had once run straight through to his heart had now turned into a hollow sense of powerlessness...

"You're asking me?"

Under this pressure, Number Eight endured an indescribable torment.

When the pressure nearly crushed him, an emotion from the depths of despair finally erupted. He suddenly slammed his hand onto the table and stood upright, his eyes bloodshot as he glared fiercely at Lu Xin.

"Number Nine, you've seized all the initiative, so you came here to bestow your kindness on me?"

"You've just displayed power that could make the entire world afraid, so you think I wouldn't dare come looking for you?"

"I..."

He spoke loudly, unable to control his trembling. His voice rose and fell, but he still forced himself to continue. "I really am confused right now. I don't know how to accurately distinguish right from wrong. But, but some things don't need to be explained clearly for me to know what's right and what's wrong. Number Nine, your strength scares me. I really... I really am a little afraid..."

"But should I give up just because I'm afraid of you?"

"..."

He spoke loudly and fiercely, his attitude unusually intense, but his eyes were filled with despair and powerlessness.

The atmosphere in the little restaurant immediately became unbearably oppressive.

The old security guard beside them also grew slightly tense and worried. He watched the two