Zhong Daolong looked at the old man and said in a deep voice, "And besides, after governing for so many years, I've developed a habit… I trust my intuition more than the evidence others lay before me."
"All data and information can be modified, but intuition will not deceive."
"Though he is always respectful upon our meetings, I can feel it, that young man harbors hatred towards me."
"So, is it that you placed him in the Monitoring Bureau because you wanted him to become a knife for you, to clear away obstacles?" the old man shifted to a more comfortable position.
From the moment the escape pod landed on Hate Mountain, a power struggle began, a battle of wits and bravery.
You know my strengths, and I know your depths.
Then, a contest of acting skill ensued.
Though they faced countless dangers, they became the ultimate victors.
Perhaps not the final victory.
But at least, they had achieved a stage of such.
