When Lu Xin asked this question, Number Five on the television, Number Eight strapped to the operating table, and Number Fourteen, who had been smiling happily at Number Eight's predicament and constantly urging him to accept it calmly, all fell silent.
"The Old Director's plan" seemed to have become a taboo phrase. The few people who had been noisily arguing just moments before instantly shut their mouths.
It was like students in the back row of a classroom, noisily singing and fooling around, suddenly turning their heads to see the homeroom teacher's face pressed against the window in the back door, her gloomy eyes staring in. In an instant, the nerves in every one of them seemed to freeze under a layer of frost.
Lu Xin merely looked anxiously at Number Five on the television.
Number Five remained silent for a long time before slowly withdrawing the scalpel from Number Eight's head.
A trace of blood still stained it.
The burly man's body stiffly turned around until he was facing Lu Xin head-on. Number Five's head emerged from behind his left shoulder.
"Number Nine..."
Number Five's voice was icy. "Are you really going to oppose the Old Director?"
"Yes."
Lu Xin thought for a long time about how he should answer.
In the end, he chose to speak exactly as he felt.
When people were facing something they had no confidence in, honesty was often the most reliable course of action.
"Besides, it's not really that I'm going to oppose him. It's that he's never been willing to let me go."
"..."
"Heh..."
Number Five on the television let out a cold laugh. "Of course he isn't willing to let you go. After all, you're the most important part of his insane plan..."
"..."
"So..."
Number Five's answer gave Lu