(Thanks to .Ticket Master Won't Give Rice. for the bonus chapter, 3/5.)
Whenever Li Qinwu went out to handle business, Little Knife was the one he liked bringing most, because the man had a sharp, perceptive mind.
Born into the underworld at the bottom rung, he was exceptionally good at reading people and the room. Without Li Qinwu needing to say anything, he knew how to handle the situation.
The moment he heard what Li Qinwu had said, Little Knife understood. Li Qinwu was afraid of being corrupted by power, afraid that power would change him, afraid of becoming someone who could no longer face his former self.
Little Knife chose his words carefully, took a drag on his cigarette, and said:
"My lord, I think in your case, it may not be that power changed you. Your life may simply have entered its next stage."
Li Qinwu blew out a ring of smoke and gestured for him to continue.
Little Knife took another drag.
"My lord, do you remember the first time we met? We were lying on top of shipping containers, using those backward gunpowder gas rifles to shoot Chemical Pigs?
Back then, killing a Chemical Pig with those guns was a real pain. Even if we hit one in the head, it took several shots to bring it down.
But look at us now. We could pull out any weapon from the armory and vaporize a Chemical Pig's entire body!"
Little Knife's reminder truly brought Li Qinwu back to those early days of scraping by. Killing a single Chemical Pig had nearly cost him his life.
"But my lord, we've grown stronger, yet the enemies we face have become more complicated.
Our Plasma Guns can vaporize Chemical Pigs with ease, but the enemies we encounter now move