Wang Diren had been doing some soul-searching over the past few days. Just as Ding Wei had said, fate was like a hand of cards; it didn't matter what you were dealt, but rather how you played them.
He wondered if he had been playing his cards like a novice, breaking up a bomb of four threes in a game of landlord poker.
At first, he had only wanted to fight on the front lines. But he realized that even if he were made of iron, how many nails could he strike? Why not make full use of his advantages? Things that were commonplace today—or even things people went out of their way to avoid—held immense strategic value in this era.
Chapter 50