"I have some confidence."
Yu Sheng shook his head, his tone earnest, with no hint of joking.
Zhong Yushu set down his cup and studied Yu Sheng's eyes. Only after a long while did he shake his head.
"It's good to be young."
"So much drive."
"Let me ask out of curiosity. If Ink Pavilion hadn't sided with A Tai this time, what would you have done?"
Zhong Yushu asked without revealing his thoughts.
Yu Sheng looked a little lost, as though he did not quite understand Zhong Yushu's words. "I have no way to influence Ink Pavilion's decisions."
"If someone saves you, be grateful."
"If they don't, that's perfectly normal."
"In the end, people have to save themselves."
"Why force other people to get caught up in trouble over your affairs?"
"That's what Sin City taught me."
As Yu Sheng spoke, Zhong Yushu kept watching his eyes, as though trying to discern something.
In the end, Zhong Yushu chuckled and slowly shook his head.
"I've lived to this age, yet here I am, thinking so poorly of someone for nothing."
"Sometimes your thinking is clearly strange, but when I consider it carefully, it always seems to have a certain twisted logic."
"Go on. Come back alive."
With a hint of self-mockery, Zhong Yushu waved his hand, picked up his phone again, and scrolled through it.
Yu Sheng nodded lightly, turned, and walked out of the tent.
"Yu Kid."
Just as Yu Sheng reached the entrance, Zhong Yushu suddenly spoke while scrolling on his phone. "The Human Race isn't Sin City, after all. And Ink Pavilion... isn't that wretched."
"In 149 years, Ink Pavilion has never sacrificed an ordinary person for any cause."
"Especially... a recipient of the Two-Pattern Cloud Merit."
"Soldiers are an exception, of course, because that is