Old Hu frowned. Clad in a gray Zhongshan suit and sporting brown-rimmed glasses, he looked somewhat portly in his padded coat, a look that usually made him seem warm and amiable.
But the moment he frowned...
Having joined an underground organization at a young age, survived under the very noses of the secret police, and weathered countless life-or-death situations, the aura he projected was unmistakable. His lips pressed thin, and his expression turned severe. The slack eyelids that usually hung half-closed were now wide, his sharp, hawk-like gaze scanning the room, as if he were a predator waiting to strike.
Chapter 44