"How did you get permission from the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs and the Special Task Force? This doesn't just involve personal influence within the public security apparatus—it also means you're meddling in Ancient City's entire reserve resource pool."
Someone on the team had asked that question.
It was practical, sharp, and even somewhat sensitive.
"Lu PingAn, do you have ambitions? Do you want to become a warlord, meow? If you do, I'm not following you, meow."
Cat Cat was quite direct. What she asked struck straight at the heart, and she phrased it with even less tact.
"I'm not. I don't. I just want to develop and protect myself. You've probably noticed too. At our level, it's already impossible to keep a low profile. If we truly have no power or influence, we'll only become a cake in other people's eyes, sliced into tiny pieces and swallowed bite by bite."
Lu PingAn did not want to test human nature, because he knew human nature simply could not withstand testing.
As long as he appeared too weak, whether in ability or character, all sorts of "control" and "shackles" would keep being thrown at him.
An ancient book once said: when a child carries gold through a bustling market, everyone becomes a devil.
When someone possessing treasure had no ability to protect themselves, others would only worry that they acted too slowly and someone else would snatch away the most valuable share.
"The prerequisite for peace is showing enough strength. If I truly wanted nothing, that would be inviting trouble for myself."
Wanted nothing? Others would not see it that way.
Were you afraid to take everything? Were you afraid to use your abilities? Were you not as strong as you appeared?
Any one of those assumptions would bring disaster.
"So, we