"He might be a madman, but he's an idealistic madman."
After saying these words, Jiu felt there was no point in saying more. He slowly stood up and turned to find Miles still watching him.
Jiu smiled slightly, "You know? The power and money you speak of are meaningless in Master's eyes. They are merely tools to preserve your life."
The greasy man was clearly on the same level as Jiu; he didn't blindly follow Jiu, but instead crossed his arms and watched, with a look of amusement.
Faced with his indifference, Jiu's heart was a complex mix of emotions. Suddenly, a loud voice broke the brief silence.
"Do you know who I am? Dare to be so rude?" Miles questioned, his words reverberating in the air, seeming less like an attempt to domineer and more like revealing a deeply buried secret.
Jiu was silent for a long time, then slowly lifted his head, eyes glistening with profound sorrow, "I don't know you."
