Conner, whose mind was full of dicks, wasn't particularly angered by this evaluation--
It depended on who said it.
If it came from someone who wasn't particularly close to him and whose social status was lower than his, then it was an obvious and reckless insult.
The Former President was a decent fellow, but he wouldn't simply let anyone who offended him off the hook.
People were complicated animals. They weighed the pros and cons, even if they didn't consciously think about it. Instinct drove them to do so.
It was like a glass of water.
If it was boiling hot, no one would drink it. They would wait until it cooled down, or went completely cold, before drinking it.
During that process, people didn't consciously think, Why don't I drink it while it's still boiling? or What terrible things will happen if I drink it while it's so hot? They didn't think that way. They simply made the decision subconsciously: wait until it cooled.
That was an instinct to pursue benefits and avoid harm.
Lin Qi was Conner's closest friend, and at the same time, the true ruler of the New World.
Not to mention mocking him for having nothing but dicks in his head—even saying he had nothing but a head full of dicks would have been fine.
Like tender cheese curds, too.
"I'm already an old man. My life is like a thick history book—complicated, bizarre, dangerous, thrilling. In short, it's packed with content."
"You can't expect an old man like me to keep thinking about the future and life. Those are roads I've already walked. Right now, I only want to satisfy my small desires. I don't think that's excessive!"
Conner defended himself, then brought up the serious matter. "The trial for the Conservative Party Candidate's