The fingertips were rubbed red by the young man.
He rubbed with extra force, because only in this way could he divert the potential pain that might appear on his face.
As long as I can take revenge, as long as I can ride this wave, as long as I can achieve my goal, using and sacrificing my teammates as tools, there's nothing wrong with it.
Everyone was waiting for Li Zhiyuan to speak.
The young man was about to lose control of his expression, the feeling of rejection and disgust rapidly rising in his heart.
Self-consistent, self-consistent, self-consistent...
Li Zhiyuan dropped the cloth, clenched his fists, placed them under the table, raised his head, glanced at everyone, and spoke:
"It's still early days, everybody has great potential, even if I use you as tools, it should at least be when you are more mature and more valuable.
Killing the chicken to get the egg, or draining the pond to catch fish, is something only fools would do."
