"I'm not capable of much, and the best I can do is to use the little tricks I've learned from years of struggling in society to help you make the most of your resources. It might not be honorable, but... at least it could help you live a little longer."
Little Qiu didn't speak again but instead turned to look at the somewhat unfamiliar reflection of himself in the mirror, and with a touch of sadness, lowered his head and whispered quietly.
"I know what to do; father, please leave first."
After his father left, Little Qiu remained silent for a while before he finally took a dagger from the desk drawer and stuffed it into his sleeve.
His expression slowly grew colder.
Gone was a hint of vulnerability that invoked pity, replaced by a faint and almost imperceptible murderous aura.
Of course.
It didn't quite seem like him.
After all, it was only his first day as the boss, and he was still feeling a bit uncomfortable.
...
Meanwhile, Chen Yi had already arrived at the No. 1 ruins.