He really wasn't all that clever.
If there was one word for it, it would be stubbornness.
Stubbornly following the rules.
Like a sponge, he constantly absorbed anything useful to him and adhered to it strictly.
For instance, if you were supposed to speak as little as possible in Sin City, he stayed silent.
If you were supposed to kill anyone in Sin City who might potentially threaten your life, he acted immediately.
If he got hurt or suffered a loss because he hadn't handled something well this time,
then he tried to avoid it next time.
It wasn't what people called wisdom.
Because in Sin City, there were no social niceties.
Everyone followed nothing more than a single rule.
As for emotional intelligence... ultimately, that remained a complete blank.
When everything could be resolved through killing, the importance of emotional intelligence was diminished without limit.
But after he came to the outside world, these seemingly useless things began to stand out, little by little.
Yu Sheng was simply setting out on the path of exploration and learning once again.
Just like that uncomprehending boy in Sin City all those years ago.
The important thing was...
Yu Sheng discovered that after he helped others, the gray mist grew noticeably faster.
The blurry second item had also become a little clearer.
Perhaps if he tried a little harder and helped more people, he would be able to see a clearer outline.
He took out a small notebook.
It was densely packed with notes.
Putting the notebook down, he took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, and once again imitated Zhao Zicheng's smile as he gently pushed open Lin Xiaoxiao's half-closed door.
"Big White, time for your medicine."
His voice was gentle.
Lin Xiaoxiao lay on the bed, one leg suspended in