Nan Zhubin's gaze locked onto Ah Lai's face like a probe, and [Micro-expression Analysis·Intermediate] automatically began to run.
[Sunken eye sockets, red blood vessels spreading in the whites of the eyes]
[Frequent trembling of the upper eyelid, sluggish eye movement, occasional loss of focus]
[Muscles of the hand gripping the wooden stick are stiff and slightly trembling, chest heaving with rapid, shallow breaths...]
This is how Nan Zhubin saw Ah Lai, countless details forming an individual composed of a heap of information.
But in Uncle Chen's eyes, Ah Lai was vivid and simple—a tired, angry, yet therefore about to explode, wild thin beast.
In Uncle Chen's past years, he had seen similar people, and he knew that facing such a person, words were useless.
