Tang Fei fell silent.
He knew the old man's words made sense.
Skimming the surface of conflict, stopping at the first taste, such methods could never avenge a grudge.
To seek successful revenge, one needed to ignite the fiercest flames, spill the brightest blood, and harbor a wrath willing to destroy everything in its wake.
Was the old man wrong?
Of course, he was wrong, for he had killed the innocent. He killed Wang Chao and injured Shen Yan.
And he would kill even more.
But was he truly mistaken?
Without his every calculated move, his successive pushes that brought the situation to its current state, how could he confidently make his plays while trapped in the game, and ultimately force the Royal Family and the Monitoring Bureau into a corner?
"Can you promise me one thing?" Tang Fei asked.
"No," the old man flatly refused.
"I haven't even said what it is yet," Tang Fei said through clenched teeth.
