He left the club.
Lin Sheng strolled along the streets at night.
Over the phone, he had confirmed that his cousin Wang Yue had indeed returned home—not to his house, but to her own.
That matter was now completely settled.
Yet because of it, he had developed a vague yet clear understanding of connections, influence, and the power of a group—and the contradictions between them.
The crisp sound of his footsteps echoed through the empty street.
It was as if each step were a drumbeat, striking his heart again and again.
"The power of a bunch of kids with a bit of backing can actually add up to something like this."
Lin Sheng's gaze was calm as he glanced at the pedestrians approaching from ahead.
There were only a handful of people on the street, and the nearby shops had begun pulling down their shutters one after another.
Cars sped past, some fast, some slow, roaring by his side.
Smack.
Lin Sheng suddenly stopped.
"Too bad. This kind of power is too unstable."
He lowered his head and stared at his hands. They could easily kill most of the club's members, yet they hadn't been enough to resolve the minor matter involving Wang Yue perfectly.
Lin Sheng could feel a yearning for this kind of power slowly welling up deep inside him.
"This is the power of a group, and it's also a complete, flawless power. It overwhelms its opponent openly and fairly, without relying on any tricks. It's..."
"It's... captivating."
Lin Sheng lowered his hands, forcibly suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.
"Too bad this kind of power is so unstable. Grains of sand can be piled into a tower, and drops of water can form a sea, but the wind might blow the sand away. A ditch