Venting

Venting

The moment he got up, he understood.

If he wanted to achieve something, he first had to find the right starting point.

When dealing with evil people, he had to be more evil than they were; when dealing with ruthless people, he had to be more ruthless than they were.

Likewise, when dealing with people in power, he had to wield greater power than they did.

Only then could he suppress them.

Otherwise, no matter what, it would all be futile—treating the symptoms but not the root cause.

In that instant, Wang Feifan changed his outlook and direction.

If he could stand at the summit and hold the position to rule over others, then everything would be decided by him.

Only then could everything move in a better direction.

Only then would the word "fairness" not sound so laughable when spoken from his mouth.

Power was a double-edged sword. In the hands of evil people, it was a disaster for ordinary people.

But in the hands of someone like him, someone devoted to the people, it would benefit the entire populace.

After standing there in a daze for a long time, he slowly walked forward.

As he walked, he unconsciously murmured, "Master's teachings—my heart will not change."

"I will definitely shatter the class barriers that stretch across this world, so power will no longer be a tool of oppression, and wealth and status will no longer be the yardsticks that divide people into ranks."

"Go ahead and mock me. When the day comes that I tear apart these dark clouds and sunlight shines upon you, then you will know that I was right."

During those days of traveling, he had seen through far too many things, and this conviction had taken root deep within him.

He was not boasting.