Inside a guest room at Z Company.
Chu Bamboo stared at Lin Xia, who was sitting across from him, with a grave expression. For the first time in a long while, he opened up, revealing some information he deemed to be low-risk.
"Golden Dawn! The apocalypse remains!" Lin Xia fell into deep thought. He got up and paced back and forth a few times, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper. Even though he knew overcoming that desperate future would be absurdly difficult, the confirmation that most of what they were doing now seemed to be in vain still made him feel an unavoidable sense of suffocation.
His body came to a sudden halt. Lin Xia had realized something. He slowly turned his head, looked directly into Chu Bamboo's eyes, and asked abruptly, "Ah Zhu, have you ever thought about establishing an organization?"
"?" Chu Bamboo's brow furrowed. "I remember, I think I said before..."
