Put bluntly, Jiang Yu's approach seemed somewhat crude, even shameless.
But there was no denying that it was a practical, even effective, debating technique.
Just as Zhuge Liang had berated Wang Lang to death-if he roasted the opposing debater until the man stopped breathing, why shouldn't that count as a victory?
As he spoke, Jiang Yu led the others to the nearby option to bring the stowaway to justice.
"So, what happened to that guy in the end?" Jiang Yu asked.
Sunday fell silent for a moment, not answering Jiang Yu's question directly. It wasn't that he didn't want to answer, but that he was genuinely a little afraid of confronting Jiang Yu head-on now.
This kid didn't even need to think before talking back, yet every point he made had its own logic. He wasn't simply spouting nonsense.
Looking back on their two debates from an outside perspective, Sunday even felt that the version of himself Jiang Yu described was practically indistinguishable from an underdeveloped infant.
After that silence, when Sunday spoke again, this was what he said:
"...I, too, have wondered whether such a choice could lead to a better outcome...
"Suppose he was never caught. He would surely die from mental derangement. The methods stowaways use to enter dreams are usually unconventional, nowhere near as refined as the hotel's. Living in the Dreamscape would be nothing but a pipe dream.
"If he were caught, would the Hounds show him mercy? The answer is no. They cannot shoulder the consequences, so naturally, they would not help him take that risk."
"That's what I've been saying all along. The key is your own initiative. As for that ending, if he really abandoned his child just to enter a dream, then all I can say is that he deserved it.