After William Cole and Ruth Dawn left Jim Brews's estate, William's expression grew grim, "I didn't expect that the mastermind behind Capital City West's underground gambling scene was Elder Witt. First, it was Hugo Lawson, and now Elder Witt, it seems all my enemies are right beside me."
"No wonder Elder Witt came to me proactively, and did so many things for me. Thinking about it this way, I've also become a pawn of his, and the affairs of Saint Hall might very well have been orchestrated by him."
Ruth shook her head, "This world is essentially a vast invisible web of interests, why would anyone go out of their way to help you if they didn't have some stake in it?"
"Those who willingly show you kindness are either your relatives or people seeking to gain something from you?"
William frowned, "Are you that utilitarian?"
Ruth let out a scoff, "It's not that I'm utilitarian, it's that the world has always been like this. If you have no money or power, who will bother with you?"