Meng Young Master lived with a clear head. Of course, he was also utterly unscrupulous... and he knew perfectly well just how unscrupulous he was.
Interestingly, the shackles his family had layered upon him all turned to ashes the moment he confirmed that he was a sacrificial offering everyone had chosen to abandon.
Even without much affection, years of upbringing had made Meng Young Master instinctively consider matters from the family's perspective.
Though he might not have felt that way emotionally, his family's teachings and outside opinions had taught him... that those who betrayed their families, especially their parents, might benefit for a while, but would not meet a good end afterward.
But interstellar society had not regressed to the old days of rulers and subjects, fathers and sons.
If parents behaved inhumanely, no one would condemn their children for resisting.
He did not have many feelings, but he had an excellent memory and knew countless related stories by heart.
So, when he tore everything apart completely and left behind only himself, he suddenly felt an endless sense of relief.
Heh~ heh.
Meng Young Master did not care how much profit he could recoup from the money he spent in the game... honestly, the more he lost, the better.
He had diligently completed the family's assignments... but all he had done was unethical, not illegal.
It was fine to skirt the edge with business tactics, but as for the rest, those underhanded methods... as long as he did not stupidly step forward himself, his family could not exactly tell the world that an underage boy had ordered all of it.
When the time came, those who should go to prison would go, and those who should die would die... while his most important task was to preserve his own life