Facing Barry's piercing gaze, Richard remained calm.
After quietly looking at him for a few seconds, Richard slowly said, "Do you know that your current behavior has a specific term in some places—it's called impotent rage. It means that the angrier you seem, the more powerless you actually are. Your anger is not directed at anyone else, but solely at yourself."
"I..." Barry listened to Richard's words, forcefully blinking as if touched. It was as if the deepest wound in his heart had been uncovered and ruthlessly sprinkled with a handful of sea salt, his expression twisted, his body trembling slowly.
A few seconds later, his knees bent, he squatted on the ground bit by bit, held his head with his hands, and said in a somewhat frustrated voice, "I have poor talent, what can I do? I'm no match for that bastard Nu'an. Tell me, how can I triumph over Nu'an?"
Richard shrugged lightly, "I might have an idea, but I'm not exactly your family. Why should I tell you?"
Barry: "..."
