When it came to talent, he wouldn't even compare to that chubby kid, let alone the black-clad people around him; he was just average. So, he simply calmed down and decided to proceed gradually.
As for this process, even though Young Master Wang's displayed indifference and brutality made him feel increasingly distant from the person he remembered, there was no doubt. This young man, now known as Wang Zhan, had matured far more than before. At the very least, he knew how to win people's hearts, and hardly anyone could detect it—not even Wei Daoming. Maturity signified strength, and concealment signified boundaries. The cunningness that no one noticed would naturally become Wang Zhan's greatest asset for survival. Thinking about it this way, perhaps only the bloody, crazy, violent, cruel, and now power-concealing Wang Zhan was the truly powerful Wang Zhan of today.
「Meanwhile.」
