Looking at Xiao Lin's calm face, completely unlike these special police officers, who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, he appeared more composed. It seemed he had experienced many such dangerous situations, and in Xiao Lin's eyes, that artillery just now seemed routine and didn't cause him any shock.
Wu Shuang was truly shaken this time, feeling wave after wave of emotional impact. She looked carefully at Xiao Lin's calm face. Just how many such experiences had he gone through to develop such alertness, to face such situations with such composure?
"Have you experienced many such things? That explosion was caused by a rocket launcher; aren't you shocked?" Wu Shuang couldn't help but ask, growing increasingly curious about Xiao Lin. This young boy, excessively young and somewhat handsome, truly sparked her boundless curiosity. She felt an urge to crack open his head to see what experiences he'd been through to remain so calm in such circumstances.
