Wangchuan looked at Edgar.
He watched him for two seconds.
Then he turned his head and said to Xiao Long,
"Keep this man around. Put him to use."
Xiao Long nodded at once.
"Yes, Uncle Tso Lan!"
Wangchuan rose from the sofa.
His long, silver-white hair hung down, and the hem of his black robe stirred slightly. He looked down at Edgar, who was sitting on the sofa, his Purple Lunar Phase Eyes devoid of emotion.
"Edgar."
"Yes."
"You're very smart."
Edgar said nothing, merely watching him quietly.
"Smart people have one flaw."
"They think too much."
Wangchuan turned and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Looking at the cityscape before him, he turned his head and glanced at Edgar.
"And those nuclear bombs, ruins, and order you mentioned."
"I don't care about any of them."
"All I want is for this world to accomplish one goal for me. As for what it becomes, that doesn't matter."
Edgar watched Wangchuan's back, his silhouette outlined by the city lights beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, and something very cold suddenly welled up inside him.
He had met all kinds of people.
People who would do anything for money, people who would gamble anything for power, and people who constantly spoke of ideals but were more ruthless than anyone when it came to taking action.
But he had never met anyone like this.
Someone who didn't care about nuclear bombs, ruins, or whether billions of people lived or died.
He wanted this world simply because he wanted it.
As for what this world would become.
He didn't care at all.
Edgar adjusted his glasses and tapped his fingers lightly against his knee twice.
"I understand."
His tone was flat, his face showing little expression, but inside, he was already in turmoil.
*Why could the man