Yinbasim's hair was disheveled.
He was always a person who cared about his image, presenting himself with a small mustache and meticulously groomed hair. His stern appearance was part of his outward display of authority.
But now all of that was gone.
When the Interstellar Warriors dragged him out of his underground safe house, there was no intention to mistreat him, but neither was there any special treatment.
Still hoping to maintain a tidy appearance when dragged out? Forget it.
Yinbasim's expression could no longer maintain calm and composure.
He wanted to.
To maintain dignity even as a loser. Like those tragic heroes in movies, who, before their death, meet their end heroically and tragically, a somewhat agreeable conclusion under the situation of helplessness.
But when he was actually dragged out and saw those hundreds of Death Angels in two different outfits looking at him indifferently, the shivering was purely a physiological response that could not be suppressed.
