Wu Renxing disliked wearing clothes.
Whether he faced the Silver Blood Society, his followers, or ordinary civilians, he was usually bare-chested, wantonly displaying his robust muscles.
The difference between barbarism and civilization lay in whether one wore clothes.
In the barbaric land of the Outer City, he had to constantly remind his subordinates and everyone else of his muscles in order to firmly maintain his rule over the underworld.
But in the Inner City, things worked differently. Everyone politely put on clothes and hid their muscles, engaging in mutual deception as they exchanged moves—one playing a card, the other responding with one of their own. Neither side could tell what the other was truly capable of.
This was the advanced way of civilization. Everyone had a large family and considerable assets, so it was impossible for them to stake everything as they had when they were penniless. They would only place a limited bet to "test the waters." Winning was naturally good, but losing would not leave them destitute.
With a barbaric approach like Wu Renxing's, winning meant claiming every advantage, but losing meant dying without a proper burial.
There was no difference in superiority between these two approaches, only a difference in direction.
If Wu Renxing's family had not fallen into ruin, he would have put on clothes too and adopted that refined-but-rotten routine. But since he could not rely on his father and had been born into lowly circumstances, he could only take the path of stripping off his clothes.
But was he contemptuous of the Silver Blood Society? Of course he was. To quote a famous saying from the Youth Newspaper, "If our roles were reversed, you would know what cruelty means," and "The finish line of my life cannot even reach your starting line." Naturally, a