Chapter 588

Unlike his battered and bruised appearance, Lu Mingfei's expression was exceptionally calm. Such an unruffled attitude was completely unnatural, as if he hadn't just been subjected to Herzog's torture and abuse, and as if he were utterly indifferent to the fact that his safety and very life were entirely in someone else's hands. Yet, in sharp contrast to the composed Lu Mingfei, Herzog's face was a mask of panic. Clearly, it was he who had removed Lu Mingfei's mask, but his previous aura of absolute certainty and supreme confidence was completely gone. After Lu Mingfei spoke those words, the positions of the two had invisibly reversed; Herzog no longer had any means to threaten Lu Mingfei, and instead, he himself seemed to be the one whose life and death were controlled by the other party. Gradually, Lu Mingfei's vision grew accustomed to the brightness of the lights. He slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was a high-intensity spotlight, its pale white glare pouring down from directly above his head. Lu Mingfei was lying on a steel-framed platform resembling a surgical table, his hands, feet, and neck tightly bound down with special leather straps, leaving only his torso and head capable of slight movement.