Unfazed by Floating Clouds Obscuring My View (Didn't Expect That, Did You)

Dark clouds blanketed the sky, turning heaven and earth dim.

Crack! Lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and rain was coming.

Wang Dafa looked at Shi Tiexin, waiting for his reaction. He wanted to see what choice this naïve, foolish fellow would make.

What honor among thieves? Wang Dafa believed that if you did something, you did it to the bitter end!

A ruthless hero who could put everything he owned onto the gambling table should not have cared about values, much less argued with Shi Tiexin over such things.

Wang Dafa had not cared in the first place.

But for certain reasons lately, his emotions had always been stirred into waves, making him relatively more extreme and less rational. Some things had become increasingly blurred, while others had become ever clearer.

And deep in his heart, did this former scholar, this Wang Xingshun who had entered the underworld yet still kept a study and practiced calligraphy, truly have not a shred of conscience left?

One had to know that those who were truly blind would not be scorched by the light.

Only those who still had eyes would cruelly wish to snuff out that flame, watching those they identified with fall with them into the boundless black sea. Only then would they find true kindred spirits, and their souls would no longer be lonely.

Come on, Stone. Pull the trigger.

Him, them, or—me.

No matter whom that bullet struck, that naïve flame would surely be extinguished. And me? Heh heh, I... would not die.

Crack! Lightning flashed again, illuminating Shi Tiexin's face in flickering intervals, like a stone carving.

Shi Tiexin moved.

But it was none of the actions Wang Dafa had expected. With a clatter, Shi Tiexin turned the gun around and shoved its grip back into Wang Dafa's hand.