"Little brother, see? They don't dare lay a hand on me. They don't dare kill me, either. That's the difference between our statuses. If they didn't need you, they would definitely kill you. But because they need you, they don't dare kill you. Yet even if they don't need me—no, even if they hate me so much their teeth itch—they still don't dare kill me, because the consequences of killing me are far too serious. For one thing, the price they'd have to pay isn't insignificant. It's enormous."
"It could even be said to be so enormous that they simply can't afford it. Under those circumstances, how could they possibly dare kill me? That's precisely why they came one after another, babbling at me to leave. They knew that if I didn't leave, things would become very complicated. Their original plan would have to be changed, and I am an uncertain variable. No matter what variables arise in the future, they have ways to deal with them—but when it comes to me, a variable like me, they have no countermeasures whatsoever. They can only watch my mood. I'll do whatever I want, however I want. It has nothing to do with them. Under such circumstances, how could they not hate me? How could they not hate me? Their teeth itch with hatred, but no matter how badly they hate me, they cannot change one fact: they can't do anything to me. Since they can't do anything to me, they can only obediently do as I say. If they don't, then the only road left to them is death."
"As for what that road to death looks like, that depends on their luck. They might be torn apart by five horses, hacked into countless pieces, or sliced to death. Any of