When he heard the man's words, Lu Yu's face remained deep and calm, showing no signs of panic, as if what was pressed against his forehead was not a gun, but a toy gun!
"Prisoner No. 32?"
Slowly speaking, Lu Yu's words had a hint of depth, as he looked at the man in front of him clad in a black uniform with a gun pressing against his forehead, and said calmly, "That code name, I haven't heard it in two years!"
In his words, Lu Yu's gaze fixed steadily on the man in front of him, his expression tranquil and calm, like an ancient well without a ripple of emotion!
"Indeed."
Upon hearing Lu Yu's words, the man spoke coldly, "Since you escaped two years ago, probably not many have called you by that code name."
In his words, there was a trace of mockery in the man's voice, as he pushed the gun against Lu Yu's forehead, speaking, "Now that I've mentioned that code name again, don't you feel quite nostalgic?"
"Nostalgic?"
