Now, he lamented for underestimating Mr. Cheng, much like how people occasionally think back on past embarrassments, as if painful traumatic memories flash by.
It could be said, the pressure from Mr. Cheng had already caused him psychological harm.
My name is Gru, just past forty, head of the American gang, always up to no good, but mentally fragile.
Can one not be fragile?
In front of Mr. Cheng's ruthlessness, even Capen from Chicago would look pathetic like a greenhorn.
"As long as certain methods are optional for achieving the objectives, don't be conflicted about whether to use them, Gru, you're still lacking the edge.
Or rather, it's your generation of Americans, no, it should be post-Cold War Americans, who've already been poisoned to lose the most critical resolve."
Cheng Daqi sighed, he was starting to see things clearly too.
If you're afraid of getting hurt when doing great things, how can you ever succeed?
