After Guo Wei relayed Xiao Mei's information to his father, his father analyzed:
"Their strength surpasses ours. They possess the power of narrative control—they can make black seem white, and white seem black. The deceased is also a core member of one of the seven major families, which gives them pricing power. At the very least, they'll demand an exorbitant price. Our Xiao Feng is a core member of the fourth-ranked family, and our family lacks the backing of any other major families. The problem will be magnified exponentially…"
He paused, then shifted his tone, his voice taking on the cold, calculating calm of an actuary:
"However, the gang under the third family has roughly over forty thousand members. If we can recruit just ten thousand of them—our odds of winning increase to fifty percent."
Father: "If we manage to recruit all members of the third family's gang, then they're merely a paper tiger. We wouldn't have to be lambs to the slaughter; we could strike first and catch them completely off guard."
He lifted his gaze, looking into the distance as if assessing a newly discovered strategic asset:
"Perhaps we should consider transferring Xiao Mei to headquarters as well."