"Brother, don't!" Ye Ranran interrupted him sharply, not even wanting to listen to the rest of his words.
"Brother, you must never say things like that again. Those kinds of thoughts are better off buried deep inside you."
"Why? I'm just trying to find another way out. What's wrong with that?"
"Brother, being a fence-sitter might save your life for a moment, but when the new leader takes office, the second fire they kindle will surely burn them."
First, they'll deal with the enemy's supporters; then, they'll chop down the fence-sitters; and finally, they'll settle accounts with anyone disloyal to them.
The three fires of a new leader's tenure—all imperative and unavoidable.
"Life is a gamble, and we currently still have a 30% chance, at least. So, Brother, we must find a way to win this battle. We can't lose." There's no room for failure.
